U may play wit gunz, but I bust em, and Im far from bein a coward/leave ya azz merked, soul laid to rest pushin up flowers/U stoppin me??, not likely/Hate to hurt ya feelins but I'll try to do it nicely/my worst rhymes are above and beyond ya best, U fake/Its like chess one wrong move U in checkmate/I see right through U, its like ya body's clear/U comin wit bb gunz, we all got shotties here/what is U crazy??/dat weak shit U spit dont even phase me/put a hot one between ya eyes, leave ya vision hazy/U tryin to act real, and mock Nockshush behavior/but when I look at U all I see is artifiicial flava/U aint fuckin wit me, my gatz like guard dogz they stay on da prowl/and attack quick, dont bark or growl/got em muzzled bout to committ a play dats foul.../