This what it is Little Niggas, y'all wanna give each other Proppz an stick ya head in my Beef?
Establishment Its OVER...
NOK, Its OVER...
J, Tony, Hood, Marv, Cincanatus, I GOT THIS, Stop Trynna Get Involved, ITS OVER WITH, As Of Now.....
Hook:
This How My Nigga 50 Must Of Felt when he made HOW TO ROBB
Goin At Everybody......
....JUST CAUSE OF ONE SLOB ON MY NOB!!! <<<(Redbull)
Verse:
Dogg ya PUSSY, You aint Got No Bark, Jus Meow
If ya easily Offended, then Look away Now
This aint HOW Ta Rob, This is HOW I DO
They need'a lock my ass away in a Cage at a fuckin' Zoo
I'ma run thru each n every one of you like the Flu
J-Dot, take ya own Advice, an 'BACK DOWN'
Little nigga mind ya Bizz n go back too Reppin Sac-Town
Tony You My Boy, an I Appreciate the Propps
But thats it little Homie, Thats where it Stopps
No more Open Mic Dropps, I got this in the Bag..
Each n everyone of you PMS'N like a Bitch on the Rag
Cincanatus, you wanna call off the Beef?
...Then dont Mention my Name!
An i'm sure i can do exactly the fuckin' Same
Marv, Ya Lame, Sayin your right on Point?
...Yeah if i wasnt your AIM!
Redbull'z the one ta blame, so go point ya Fingers
Pop 'Hand-Gun'z' at you bitches, have ya 'Dancin' like R&B Singers
Cause when i Diss, Y'all Diss...
JUST LIKE THAT
When i Punch, You Move
OR GET SLAPPED
Now show me Where the Next Nigga AT?!
Hook:
This How My Nigga 50 Must Of Felt when he made HOW TO ROBB
Goin At Everybody......
....JUST CAUSE OF ONE SLOB ON MY NOB!!! <<<(Redbull)
Verse 2:
Nobody Safe, cause this my Retaliation
So go 'head n diss me...
...I'ma be like a Haition..
Slice, Stabb, Shoot, Then do it Again
Go 'head n diss me, I'll come back against all 10!
Go 'Head n Diss me, Nobody Safe When......
I slice, stabb an Shoot, Oh i just said That
Now you got me Repeatin, but you Get The Message
a full Blown Massacre, so count ya Blessage
NOK, Your my Fam, but Stop, drop an ROLL
Cause this fire will have you ''Bouncin'' like the fuckin Tootsie Roll
Lets have a Poll, who best?
me, My Crew, or the Others
This some Friendly Fire, an I'm so sick i'll shoot at my Own Brothers
Grab ya Mothers, tell 'em how ya Scourned
Like pre marture babies, ya should never have been Born
I'm like a thorn, touch on me, ya get Hurt
Now ya got Murder man, shake it off an Life up ya Skirt
I never wanted This, an never wanted ta Diss
So call off the Beef or get 'Kicked' like K-Swiss
I said all wanted, now I;'m OUT
For all i care eahc n every person involved can go NOK THEM SELVES OUT
