N.Y.G foeva, dawgz...

I'm like 50-Cent, only hotta//
I'm like DMX only harda//
Rhymes, u got nadda//
Get da fuck outta ma zone bradda//
U jus' a little pussy boy who likes to "play war"//
U ain' da pimp dawg, u da whore//
Quit chokin' on yo mic like u choke on dick//
I'm a mad rapper, ma punches make me a pric//
I got mo uzies than u got dild-os//
Yo momma is mo fatta than a pair 'o African hipp-os//
But ya fucked da bitch anyway, 'nough fo me to go gaggy//
She fucked u 'stead of yo dad cause u mo saggy//
On da streets, I'm yo fuckin' idol, bow down ya fuckin homo//
The fuckin' relationship between us is like Dre and Celine Dion, yo//
This nigga is cryin' now, may as well take his soul...//
<Click! Click! BLAOW!> Smokin' da weed as we throw him in dat hole//
Dawg, u was wrong to battle me, I'm the fuckin' masta//
U supposed to drop ya line, but I dropped mine fasta//
Burn down yo house to do all us a fava//
I got the best tasting hip-hop flava//
Yo, this guy went ahead and felt free//
He battled ma N.I.G.G.A ass from the N.Y.G!//
Nigga!

Yo, spit yo's dawg, times up....................