it's Ride Or Die motherfuckers talkin' shit will get folded/
don't pop hard shit just to get your bitch ass noticed/
and my bullets sharp they'll scope ya' and then give you a fade/
R.O.D. we run deep in the street niggaz think that's it's a parade/
but yet again another pussy goes and runs his mouf/
but when his people ain't around he goes and stays in the house/
look homey.... don't say nothin' else cuz the chromey/
will have you coughing up blood but i do this on my lonely/
i won't even call this beef cuz you not a fuckin' challenge/
give it up we all know you have no talent/
what you wanna be Eminem when you tryna diss/
bitin' lyrics talkin' bout you don't give two squirts of piss/
what is this???.. nigga you should know that i stay wit them nines/
and my guns stay cocked homey like Deebo's eyes/
your waistin' my time cuz i know that your soft/
and i stay wit two D. eagles like i'm Lara Croft/
so if you wanna talk shit then think about it bitch/
cuz R.O.D. is full of gangsters cuz we got a Politick/
and we known for keepin' our Kool/
don't make me end your career in rappin' like 50 did rule/
so give it up homey cuz you know that my flow's better/
i just press Ctrl, Alt, Delete for this intell pentium processor.
