So you wanna meet me again in the hood
I didn't think you had it, not like the little boy that could
You have a cow over every word that comes out of my mouth
I'm think about packin up my things and movin south
But its not over yet, yo, the fat lady hasn't sing
Why do you have to be so jealous of my nipple ring?
You've already beaten me two times....
Most of them with your poor sissy rhymes
The crowd knows there stuff..and they have a tuff decision to make
But i'm pretty sure it won't be Masta C gettin the cake!