on da real dawg dont take these words kindly/
u wrote ur own demise and forgot to chose ur words wisely/
im a street poet so u know my works grimy/
im heavy wit this rhyming to ever spit my shit lightly/
fuck if u despite me/
cuz i toke guns and got nines dat wont fight me/
even ur ghost writer who bites me dont like me/
and finally tell ur moms tonight wear her baby blue nighty....