Never the one to start this heat//
But i am the one who makes ya feel like ya 6ft deep//
You aint even worth a cent//
Record labels didnt want to sign ya cuz all there money was spent//
On ChYld- my 7digits they dialed- tellin me i can have all these money piles//
look at you Nephew J//
Ya only got 8 barz to say//
Fuck that im gonna go on till i aint feelin it anymo'//
This is called "another hoe named child"?//
Dawg dont talk bout your girl who gave another man a child//
You spelled it wrong anyway- look at my name mo' then once//
After i beat ya, i own ya//
Blow ya away wit some shells//
Into a graveshift in hell//
Diggin your own grave//
Ingraved: here lyes the beatin Nephew J//
this battle aint over//
im just gonna make ya mo' colder//
so cold not even the sun could make ya warmer//
chills creepin up and down ya neck//
you brought the real ChYld to a situation i couldnt neglect//
Now you watch in suspense//
to wonder where i could be//
me and my homies from nothern cali will run up on ya like real G's//
Dawg i'll make ya die like Juliet, stabbed wit a dagger//
So nobody can no longer hear ur lame ass chitta chatta//
You just talk no walk//
blast ya wit my nine milimeter glok//
shoot ya till ya drop//
and leave ya there to die on the spot//
you "Murder Inc" talent//
just doin hooks with ballad's//
pussy, written on how a 14 year old beat ya wit a god given name ChYld!!//
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You just wet ya cheap ladies underwear//
cuz im just tearin at ya like a Grizzlie bear//
fuckn TRICK!
Fuck you i aint givin ya no respect

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