You say yousa doc but you really suck the cock/
You could neva run the block or neva hold a glock/
My lyrics is hollow points they shatter joints like ya track/
When you roll through Oakland, ya betta watch ya back/
Dc is a town full of wankstas, Oaktown is official/
We stay strapped wid gats, and armor piercing missels/
Go ahead and tempt me cause ya tank is on empty/
My lyrics is hard, yours is sweet simply/
Go ahead and fuck wid me, go ahead and do it/
I knew you'd trip up, come on dawg, you knew it/
I ain't expectin a response til the date of 15/
Cause ya wait til the limit, tryna plot, jot, and scheme/
Mines of the top of the dome while I'm chillin in rome/
Ya girl called me up like "papi come home"/
I spit hot magma ya'll still playin wid flames/
Rap is real life, you think this is a game?/
This war dawg, a muthafuckin battle/
I DMXed you cat reverse the grave to the craddle/
I can kill you in two lines the blow that you know/
Cause I can flow, throw bows, and fuck hoes like a pro/
Shit I'ma crip and we spill bloods like surgeon/
My rhymes are so tight, Biggie calls em virgin/
So lick my nuts I got em covered in Jif/
This battle is over, I smoked you like a spliff/