look kid, go hard or go home/
u say u shakespear, but i dont see a poetic throne/
u more like star wars, one of dem clones/
so stay in ya league son just leave it alone//
im fukin wit real niggaz that'll knock ya top off/
in blood red tees we droppin the cops off//
(haaah) in the lobby/
got big gunz so u know i catch bodies/
fuk dis freestyle im nice wit shottys//
right now i feel like stealin u/
cuz like a numb tooth i just aint feelin u//
like cleo the psychic i predict fear in u/
whats wrong, my niggaz scarin u?//
is it cuz i hang wit gangs/
dat slang thangs like oranga-tangs/
leavin holes in u the size of ur mothers ding- a- ling/
just to get in the mix a thangz?//
so dont hate when u see me in NYC/
just let it be known im rollin wit my peeps//
cuz i never forget where i come from/
but if u still want beef, get at me if u want son/
cuz dis boy like a hoe, give it to any clown nigga dat want sum//
and after silence this cock sucka/
let it be known dat u one dead mutha fuka//

~dip set!~ whats poppin