im that type a nigga who be holdin the lead//
shoot you in ur neck so youll be holdin ur head//
layin on the corner in a puddle of red//
if u would of listened to me u woulda never been dead//
the weed i got make your bitch ass choke//
u buy ounces to sell i buy quarter pounds to smoke//
i aint gonna lie your freestyles is whack//
eminem called he wants his notebook back//
man ur workds are a disgrace, ill say it to ur face//
ill kill your ass and get away without a trace//
coz im a real cat//
you think you gon' get somewhere wit flows like DAT//
please, my words sting like some bees//
yeh you suckin dick just look at ur knees//
dont come around me coz ima jaw ya//
just coz you on my balls dont mean you a baller//