Came into my my thread, talkin' shit to me and my peers,
Now you cryin' to back down, t-storm is a storm of tears.
Like you said, you know that you don't belong in elevated,
Throw you a goin' away party, so you can be most celebrated.
Cryin' L.I. merked you, you already supposed to be banished,
After this, your Harry Hudini, niggaz gonna see you vanish.
You know, you got a big mouth for a herb, wit not spit,
This ain't a toilet bowl, so can I hear a flow wit no shit?
Lil' bitch from England, and you pretendin' you a "hood-guy"
You's a bitch, be gone, I'll be the first to say......
.................................................. ................Good-Bye.

Didn't even spit hard and you still about to be gone. Pussy. Don't run your mouth.

~CJ~

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