look at this nigga claimin he don't feed off my shit
hittn me up on AIM askn me for some nasty words to spit
why can't i talk about you momma, is that sensitive topic
but since that's your request I'll drop it
try to murda me with words, fuck I'll give you a gat
even if you hit me, I'm like Arnold, I'll be back
and I'll see that, come back, confront you in the street
fuck nigga, duck nigga, you gettn beat like your meat
you eat shit and die, I live long and prosper, I'm Elite
my rhymes are sick, like a person with Ghonorea bedsheets
i'm reppn the streets, steppn the streets
walkn heavy with heat, scheming hard as I creep through the street
used to sleep on a yacht, now I sleep on the streets
before NWA i was screamn F the police
where were you dawg, prolly still feedn off ya momma
you still a young buck tryn to bring all that drama
fuck dawg you don't even know bout tha hood
if it were possible to forget it, I wish that I could
ah yeah, let me speak this, before I sign out
your momma might be pregnant again, I forgot to pull-out