im tired of u muhfuka git off mah dik,dah gunz im packin leave ur head split
i wouldnt imagine diss,how dah fuk u givin mi props den u wanna battle dah prince
im a freshprince like will smith,he a fukin hoe like dat lil kim bitch
how iz u hood rich,niggaz dont kno u in dah hood from cali 2 bushwik
clova clova clova,always hav 2 b lookin ova his shoulder
u could of been better if u were a fews years older,u cant escape diss im a send u 2 jehova,onli workin 4 salvation army he a soldier,listen clova
im bringin in mad cash,he a fukin dope head he luv mah ash
but i put pussies like u 2 yah grave,mi n u wi aint on dah same page
u were actually brave,pussy ass punk u need 2 behave
like mah stage u aint reach there cage,if i aint got a gun i'll use dah blade
y u still writing but not ryhmin, tellin so much lies god gone strike him
it's exciting,2 hear dat u rhymin,u read these shyt n u can si lyrically dying