You wanna spit?, I'll cut out ya tongue and make you garggle bleach in ya mouth,
the Don?, looks like we got a Nas wannabe in the house,
if you wan me to, I can get you real comfortable wit a nurse,
the rules said no bullshit, so why'd you even bother to write a verse,
how many of ya battles was to sorry niggaz? that doesnt make you a vet,
just take ya own advice and start talkin bout how u was doin ya best,
dont push the kid, Just take a loss and do your job,
callin himself the godfather, wit no connection to the mob,
I throw more punches then Roy Jones, and keep my foes closer than my friends,
that's a damn shame, a top nigga gone be the victim of a third win...