every word that imma spit is off the top of my chest.//
you couldn't block shots even if you copped a vest.//
its all in your mind, you think you the best.//
lets be realistic, you'll in up a statistic.//
you wing niggaz a get hit with the biscuit.//
and put in a box , from the shells that i loaded up
and put in the glock, that i''ll put in ur knot.//
keep acting like gwbwont clap ya.//
even if you were a crack baby..
i still wouldn't consider you a dope rapper.//
keep talking that slick shit, until the 40 cal grease u up.//
you just mad because 20 niggaz
posted a top 20 list and you couldn't make the cut.//
you can win like the wizards, u not nice around mic's.//
i move weight like an blizzard, open shop every night .//
i rap for fun, rap is your life
your not beans or free, homie you cant roc the mic.//
im tired of hearing you talk...so im breaking ur jaw.//
put cha in i.c.u , have u eating baby food for weeks
through a straw.//
me is the heat that reload and bust.//
imma about to lock rap like the cobra clutch.//
crack yall niggaz backs and expose your guts .//
the way we do when we roll the dutch.//