yo yo yo check it out ya’ll

scope it ut ya’ll

Yo you think your a rapper?
rockin million dolla wrist clox
you got your bling bling out of a cereal box.
you cant stand to handle,
cuz the newbie will dismantle
ya with his mad handle.
yo rapid fire, hand over your brain cuz boy i gotta tune it
kid this is ghetto hip hop 101 and i’m the G-UNIT
While i rock my Nike’s this kid rocks his kix from payless
yo i dont wanna battle rapid fire, hes already a gay mess
i wanted to battle and this kid called me a whore
boy we all know ur the homo that perfers the back door
my rhymes are to ill
leavin ya head sore
over ya head i soar
i fly over ya like a mutha fuckin vulture
all you rhymes are weak influenced by pop culture
you weak dont even post a verse rapid fire
you dont wanna fuck with hiper AKA live wire
i dont wanna battle u if i’m the one you admire
use a faggot i dont wanna battle you if i’m ur sexual desire
ok kiddo you dont wanna mess with a lyrical empire
cuz trust me the empire strikes back
and th empire will crack a 2x4 across your back
with full impact