your kinda fucked you see, we used to be tight
like little brothers out looking for a fight,
we used to run this whole town, and now your a fuckin clown
your always messin around, and you wonder why we dont get down
your hooked on crack, im pickin up your slack
you act black but you white, im always draggin you outta that fight
you wear a cross but you remenise with the devil, me dawg i need to stay level
you hit your gurl, i give mine that nice lookin pearl
I cant listen to your lies no more, like a 2 yr old cut up on morphine
ima rupture your spleen, im mean, plus im outta this green
you know what i mean, im not tryin to be keen, but your rhymes are lean
your tight shit has yet to be seen, your whole team is nothin to one phene
like me, you've never been jestered how i do, put a bullet right threw you
have you so fucked up you cant chew, you wont even know the sky is blue
your fucked like you on glue, now you as scared as your whole crew
you need to recognize whos runin the LOO, cuz everyone know its not you
its my crew we dont drink that cheap brew, we rockin the henny its true
now your corpse 6 feet under the dew, you shoulda paid attention when we gave you a clue
you ran outta time it was due, now ima celebrate with a big Barbecue
Next Up
one time off the top
me and my boys are ready to pop
it might be a cherry or a cop
we don't know how to stop
but ima sit here with my crew
joes up next ready to spew
u know how we do, so heres a song for you
this verse krazy like a baby with no ridlin
no fuckin around, were not kiddin
like r kelly we heard you be diddilin
innocent till proven guilty unless your from the ghetto
not like Matt he came from the palmy meadow
calimin he gangsta actin like pac
now matts bout to be layin in the chalk
we gonna chop you up like a weed stock
its all green lights joe said to take it to the block
as soon as you heard that you and your bitch flock
like geese lookin around dont want a piece
of this or them you even runnin from the police
Got no where to go ya looking out the back door
scared to shit if ya hear guns ya better hit the floor
because were mentally sick even more the before
were not loosing this round were not acting hardcore
thats how we have been since way back when
try and find me by ten pay your dues or loose
drop the bat and i'll put down the gat
we can settle it like man drop the gloves
send out your last loves cuz your not commin home
im keepin my throne, im not playin this game no more
drop it now and we might let your kids grow up
I'm not done yet!!
I gave you a chance to make it
then i realize you sit back and fake it
now its time to bake it im sick of this shit
I can't shake it....
your makin me loose in a win win sich
now your runnin around callin me a bitch
acting like you wanna snitch on me
bad idea you know how my crew be
bustin heads but we dont need sticks
we'll smack you like an old skool chick
runnin around like you got a big dick
the secrets out you bought a pump
now look at you chump....
your soft your limp your gimp
now your women is trying to jump on me like ima pimp
hold up second verse it gets worse
i can get no better than this
fake ass bithces listen to this
ima ninja i'll spear ya like a fish
now look at you cut up layin in my dish
make your final wish
take care of your moms maybe
you want me to watch your baby....What
act like im the godfather of her..... Shit...
thats impossible the kids mine
me and your bitch remember that one time
when we all went out to dine
you left her to go and hit that line
she was so mad and then she was cryin...
tellin me she wished that she was mine
i have to admit she was lookin pretty fine
so i felt like it was time to show her my nine inches
Then I busted up in her not holdin back a drop
had your gurl doing the flippity flop on my big ole cock
but now that i look at my clock I realize
I'm wasting my time spittin this rhyme
face it man you got outta line one to many time
now we aint gonna fuck with you no more
its game over with us holding the final score
see your ass to the door
