STRING IS IN THE BUILDING

punk ass niggas is walkin out...

eh yo
i was better than u about 3 years back
ya girl pumped full of white stuff like an Eclaire snack(ooooh)
u aint hot son, u wacker than all who spit
n got dissed mo times than that nigga Ja rule did(hahaa)
a pool of blood is what U fall in
u can "scratch" this match like u hit tha cue ball in
u must b frustrated cuz ya lead wont squrit
my punches pop i hope u got meds for ya hurt
dog i'll put ya head in tha dirt
wit red blotches on ya T like u spilled "CODEE" red on ya shirt
u a liar watch the truth get told
dis nigga codee get stepped on more than my shoe insole
homie the tech spray will bless ya chest
no stress ova u, u a defect at best
ima block ya bars, n deflect tha rest
Febreeze tha bullets, n Codee b "fresh" to death(oooooh)
ima spit fire, watch me rip this boy
only time u "turn heads" is when u flip a coin
ya shits destroyed, homie the clips a toy
if u copped a Megaphone u still couldnt "bring tha noise"
dis nigga aint on my level, bump u dude
u so wack a desperate hooker wouldnt even "fuck" wit u
HAAAAAAAAAA

n thas what we call a wrap