okay nigga u think comin at me rock hard
but be smart don't lose this battle like a retard

dis nigga gangsta wen he spittin an i'm gettin kinda ill
i have u shook up like u jus popped a extacy pill

u shook up an gaspin fa air u need ya asthma medication
wen i'm done ya legz an ya armz gon be needin amputation

niggaz bloodin ta da fullest an i ride fa my team
pull out tha sniper rifle hmm...wut color iz da beam

wonder why da beam iz red cuz that shit'll leave a nigga dead
pullin out da uzi an tha AK leavin dudez wit shellz in they head

nigga think he tuff wit tha name pitt-ball
i run up on u leave u not even able ta crawl

i throw u in a bottomless "pit" cuz u ain't shit cuz i "ball" hard
i cut u wit da switchblade copz findin ya body in ya backyard

i leave u like swiss cheese u won't even take up a basket
so i don't kno why ya mom in tha mortuary buyin u a casket

i leave u slumped in tha trunk cuz i dumped off
i'ma leave u ripped up like a cheap tablecloth




don't matta if u crip blood vice lord or latin king
man in tha end they all gon kneel down an havta kiss tha ringz

iight that wuz a little sumthin off tha top of my head might not be good but oh well...oh yeah PB don't talk nuthin personal itz only a battle dawg