Young Scope vs The Blessed Killa
 

lets go

ite chekin in how u wanna do this

Ten Lines nigga

you go first

yo there aint none hope for young scope
and i aint laughin cuz u like a dumb joke
and leave ya asss burned like it was a bum stoge
white chalk outline ur dome after my gun blow
so look at me dawg cant u see i love to bust my heat
the only scope im interested in I use to brush my teeth
they keep me away from little kids RUN im like a molester
y u actin hard dawg r'ent u from EAST CHESTER?
and with this beef that u b bringin dawg i sure might bust
cuz ur ice aint even blingin dawg its more like slush


193 on the rise

Yo you aint big enough to play on my bench/ straight fiend stealin cigarettes like the german and french/
And you spittin at me dog what you smokin/ after im done you gonna be floatin like dawson creek/
Dont speak when my words run out my guns sucked out/ ya brains like dracular now you cant count/
You beatin me you must be teasin/catchin bullets like randy moss now you out for this season/
So why you tryin to get me mad/when you the one thats gonna be in the body bag/
Ribs broke, chest open/now niggas look at ya dead body like what was he smokin/
The lead from my gun/was goin slow with the white so i had to get the rabbit stunned/
I aint gonna spit no more cause my words eat all ya shit/so do me a favor and learn ta spit/