You like Obie Trice hate me cause i get the attention like Fifthy
He the type never had pussy so nut soon as he feel the titty

I got bitches in the hood that a kill you in a battle of lyrics
Make you committe suicide then come kill your spirit

I know they hear it them Gd's be knockin niggas down
Pound for Pound in a battle you wouldn't make it one round

I'd run up deep like them Kings that be bangin the crown
You'd be all alone like a baseball player when he pitchin on the mound

You like a Bd be wanted to bang the five and the six
For a quick buck cause a be sucking niggas dick

I think im known in the streets for all the shit i be movin
The rap game sucks take out you thats Da solution

I smoke trees that a get me higher than your career
He the type never killed nobody but sport a tatto tear

The end is near Why dont you gone head and face defeat
Cause keep fuckin with me they a find yo body tossed in the creek

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Guess who's Back
Still smellin crack in my clothes
Dont make me relapse on you hoes