Young Mix dont even have to worry about da Florida Bitch/Cuz any nigga handle Someone who sweet Like Trix

To Florida Boy

Yo he da next Micheal Jackson/Lovin lil boy's ass/Cuz he cant get no action/Boy u actin/Tryna play da thug part/U talk alotta shit/But is any of it from ya heart/And who da fuck u callin a Young Dick Junky/When u da one Suckin young dick chunky/ Boy dont try to play me funny/I aint a killa nigga/Im just a thrilla nigga/I do wat i gotta do/Even if it means to kill a nigga/let em bleed out/Thats how u spilla nigga/Me and my click bust not on ya moms back/Make her look like a Silver Back Guerilla nigga/And u always talkin about bein on da grind and pimpin/Unless u pimpin ya moms for allowance nigga u just trippin/Trippin off ya own Juice/get fat off it now u look like bruce bruce/And stop tryna be a G/We all know u a Private School Boy Wit a Straight gig line/ Only way u seen big/Is when u cap lock all ya rhymes/Now im messed up/U is a big/Lookin like a big Fat cow/I'll send my real niggas to let da Berreta go Pow/So dont question me or my click in a Heart Beat/Cuz as u know Ms. Moo Moo/Killin u will show ya we do leave our beef in da streets/And wat Real killas use da word "Peeps"/Cuz im thinkin u was a White boy daz tryna creep/So for now Its Game over/cuz im about to get anti sober/And Go ahead and Hide/When u Seem Me Ballin in my niggas Range Rover

Fucka Florida Boy/Introduce u to Da noise/Zone 3 Representin Wit da toyz/Fuck u and ya Crew/Ya pissy ass nigga got da area smellin like mildew/But U will Do/To add another Notch for da Fucked Bitches/Cuz like G's and Switches/I get G's and flip digits/My game big/While ur small like a migit/u cant even itch it/I aint sweatin ya like a 10 secound work out/And dont make me show up at ya crib/And show u wat im about/11017 Sissa Rd Hoe/So i wanna see u come threw my do/Wit ya so called 4-4/yall end up on da flo/like nuffin to hold a period flow/So shut da fuck up and do somethin/Cuz any one can type shit they cant show/So niggas drop da cap locks and take a chill pill/before ya will feel/Just how really cold is da steel/Cuz i gotta real G's who Pop To kill/Dont got nuffin to loose/So wats da point of writin a will/U just worthless bitch/Just a trickless trick/ So dont miss when its ur turn to hit/Cuz well come back for ya wit da hollow tips/Squeeses on da trigga till its a hollow clip/so go ahead lil twit/cuz u aint nuffin but a Dipshit/Thats gonna Dip Bitch/or Dip and lick dick/for a invisable click/If u da best/den dis shit should be a simple test/Dont even wear ya vest/Cuz no one aimin for ya chest/And Blow ya Dome Peices/Wit 2 Pieces like Chocolate Receeses/and there will always be in da clip/2 for u and none for me/So now ya know its gonna be like an Tank fuckin wit ZONE 3!!!!!