Yall must have forgot about Krairo/
we'll I been on my grind gettin hoes/
stackin my paper up and sellin more CD's than your local record studio/
its true I'm a fiend hustlin in my blood/
I sell more than CD's so trust me I'm good/
I admire Hoops for sayin what he gotta say/
but HORUS(thetruth) what the fuck are u ok/
I see u pissed or your keys are sticky/
u new here so I'ma give u exposure like Janet's right titti/
now u can hit me or diss it really don't matter/
I'll leave u chopped up like sushi on P.Diddy platter/
maybe its me and maybe its not/
but how the fuck u come up here wit 7 posts thinkin u hot/
your battle records blank like paper/
I don't know what worse u or quaker/

thats all I gotta say I'm done its a wrap time to go back to writing

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Put your little freestyles out/
Don't know'em but your boys get'em/
Ask the kid on the corner I mop the floor wit'em "SWEEP!!!"/
A nigga talk bout me he need the lord wit'em/
or guardian angel on tour wit'em/
I turn your friends against ya I make u wish u wasn't/
I'm part of your family more like a distant cousin/
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