Better have ya chest on lock with a vest cause TriSix has got his weapons cocked
I already got ya talking ya way out of this..like we battled in a confession-box
Print shouldnt have Started me..thinkin he could beat me..u must be crazy-holmes
cause i'll put ya skeleton to sleep and break each one of ya lazy-bones
i bomb ya easily..wit the use of one single-missle
comin to me requires gatorade guts..and i dont think its in you(is it in you?)
low-inject and close-ya-neck until u choke-to-death
Print's punches are like broken bridges they just dont-connect
better recognize..ya verse was garbage..3Six writes-perfection
Ya rep?..ask ya boyfriend..sinking fasting than Biggie's coffin
Print gonna get his shit spreaded...blood leakin-on-the-floor
like anorexic samalian kids on a surfing team..ur the weakest-on-the-board
ya verse aint rockin nothin but flaws...look at TriSix rocking hard hits
rushin at me? but like false arrests i'm droppin-charges
u diagnose a weave wit bi-polar..just to say you split-wigs
dispensing hot shit? nah..you just burn butts like lit-cigs
ya swings?? they dont-hit-me. Print ya flow shitty
cuz you against me..is like badboy records..no-biggie
beatin u is my destiny...and you cant prevent domination
like minute maid orange juice..beating me requires 100 percent-concentration!