Yo, since you wanted me to spit first, I'll go. Here it is:


Just like G-Unit, I’ll be poppin’ them thangs/
I’ll stunt 101 yo ass so bad, that you’ll be wearin’ my rings/
You’re not my buddy, not my friend… I don’t salute you/
I’m so hood… but I don’t wanna get to know you/
When you front wit me, you expect an eye for an eye/
But if you give me just a smile… I’ll make sure that you die/
If you don’t kno me… you betta ask somebody/
I’m all G’d up… ask anybody/
You try to ride my dick, like it be groupie love/
But I don’t want yo gangsta shit, or yo goofy love/
I’ll lay you down hard… for plastic surgery/
You would have been betta off, beggin’ fa mercy/
When you hear my footprints… you’re gonna get shot/
But first I holla at my girl… “Baby, you got”/
You decide to run away… you’re such a wussy/
Oh, wat’s that I smell? I think I smell pussy/