LIL wanye
Hit me, Fuck that shit its the southside
got a fat dick in your mouth wide
i from to take it outside naw do it right here
how bout later on get on everybody home
you fuckin with weezy f baby please say the baby
ridin with your bitch got keys on the lady
triple gold Deez
Vogue tires on the whip
young Carters sliding out
im flyer then the whip yeee
higher then an angel or hotter then the devil
the pot or kettle uh
the metal let 'em burn like ursher but first uh
if its any beef i come Ron like mercer
word up eagle street up
throwin my curve up
we take your ice cream and turn you into shurbut
i got flow im like sure but
if its bout doh im like sure nuff
im from the bird bunch
birdman j r you niggas bird lunch
i see your lips moving but i aint heard much
you see the wrist movin it looks like pure punch
i hear them player hatin but i dont endure such
i got the escalade guts like a tour bus
i got the styrafome poured up with syrup
and in the tires is where the packages gone
My, it's been a good year with these firestones
i spit like Maya's poems poem and chromas
For the buya's chromosomes i got somas
i got vikadine's, valiums i aint stoppin
Got powder heroin X oxycotton
And thats how we rockin
hot when u hear that bop unless im beboppin
ye skip when you hear dat clip
cash money nigga im that shit weezy baby

Cassidy
and im happy im alive god blessin me y'all
and all the problems that arive its god testin me y'all
so i pray everyday but i aint prayin too much
cuz i be sinnin everyday so i aint prayin enough
and we callin compete and i aint sayin im tough
but if its beef i dont speak i aint sayin wassup
if its beef when we meet then im sprayin shit up
prraat prraat i aint sayin too much and thats that
cuz that cat u embrassin wit luv
might clap that gat cuz he got hate in his blood
keep ur frens at a distance and your enemies close
cuz the folks you call frens end up envy the most
some cats will hang themself if u giv 'em a rope
burn a bridge and dont give them a boat let 'em think
sometimes you gotta give them some time to let them think
but sometime you gotta give them the nine and let 'em stink
you cant bring any horse to the pine n let em drink
i'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink
cuz soon as ur eyes shut them niggas will ride up
and the guys that you trust will be gettin u tied up

Tell me....you really think LiL wanye's verse was better??