ayo peyo...all u gon be doin is tryna ketch-up..so hold da mayo...

son...dont point ur pistol at-me-maybe ya got integrity-..but u forget who u be frontin G...

Cus I dunn play round-wit da NYG-i follow thru-wit my swings swiftly-makin sure i break sum teeth//
soft-like-a-leaf...i leave ya hangin like a christmass reef-believin u aint want no beef'wit me or my UT cheif//

handofgod-or-me..CJ send u an da whole NYG astray-jus wak fake'C kidplay-but for me an Hand it be here'say//
ur Crew..simply gay-N'otha Y'oung G'ansta bout to get spit-sprayed-from da Bomb Droppers to da motha fukin U-ta-T'ay//

Tone-it down-ur frequency pitch-of-spit..cleary over-pitched like a 4 yrold dodge'ball snitch//
U jus a Newbie-bitch...I camp' on C's like u-leave ya grounded an de-rail ya Emcee Hitch//

Tie a knot-a vic u sought-but its simply not-So continue on young-boy-scout buck//
Fagatysical tendencies from ya leader lookin fo cheap fuk's-i guess if he's got u-well hes in luk//

quite sentimental to when i rip on u-but there aint no halmark here to comfort U//
Hold ya breath till face-turns blue...leave ya breath-less from Barz 1 an 2//

g-i thought u knew......

I keep tryin to battle N.I.G.G.A's from the NYG-Why cant u C-U postin up false signatures//
Your numba 2 on my list AMP was first an all ive found was 2 Verb-free, verse-less Herbs//