J DOT spit this murder version/
whether its me or in third person/
i know its workin, cause u tellin everybody 'I Shot Ya' nigga/
it wasnt my fault, dont ever move when my fingers on da trigga/
had u jumpin up like tigga, but u been that way/
u from the underground dawg, u better stay that way
new to RB, thats one thing me and u got in common/
our differences are far apart, like the legs of yo baby momma/
u dont want drama, i aint gon' shoot but dont test ya self/
i kno niggas that'll rest ya health, u better check ya self/
before u get hit for whats under yo belt/
this aint the 'wizard of oz' show, but i'll 'watch u melt'/
and i wont be 'sympathetic', cause yo 'methods pathetic'/
i aint even heard u spit, but i kno that i'm better/
get yo berretta, and let's go 'Wild Wild West'/
i'll be the 'best' in RB, after i put the 'rest' to 'rest'/



hurry up and spit...i didnt kno how long u wanted it, so i just ended it