yo rules be: 15- 30 bars no crew vote hata vote spit fo midnight ta morrow





yes yes yes
listen up pimp im not meanin ta shout//
i know how you rookies feel so ill try ta tone it down//
well if you dont pee pee when you see me than you got nuts//
most motha fucka do fear me so lets put it on thus//
G.T dawg i know you rhymin tight// man i know you rhymin right//
but im like a octapuss//
8 arms would knock ya ass ta puss//
or i just beat ta yolk//
beat ya like a cake or orange juice style ta a pulp
constrict//
ya vocal cords and shit
till you can speak no more//
you cryin now before you was dancin like a whore
your rhymes are poor//
here a few dollars so you can buy some more
needless ta dis//
it usless bitch//
i aint sign up fa shit like this//
and the truth is this //
how am i gonna rhyme against a dude wit tits//
thats what G.T for//
shake em in my face and you'll find em in stores//
i dont play games//
i got great aim//
nigga a nine millimeter, ell take a piece of ya brain//
not much ta say but the things i do//
ell trample you//
till ya face looks like my roof//
im not your teacher rookie//
i aint hand out stars and give you cookies//
im the best wit mine//
the best ta rhyme//
G.T the grand tour is mine