::Intro::
Are these niggaz serious.... I mean dawg....
On sum serious shit.... They cant be for real...
y'know... Ima be ready.... Bring ya heat if ya
need to bitches... (*SE: Gun Click*)

::music intro::
Cant be serious.... nah nigga..... cant be...

Aiyyo...

::diss::
So what tha fuck is tha problem? U scared?
Or did u weak ass lyrics leave ur vision impaired?
Lil bitch... u aint nothin but sum cheap talk....
Look at ur bitch ass tryina creep walk.... (Ay nigga...)
Dont think u and ur crew can fuckin pass me
Last against me... A rematch? Shit dont ask me...
U got new disses? I aint heard shit (Nothin man...)
Except for tha raps on ur site that fuckin aint shit
Blatant... and hesitatin.... Quit masterbatin...
To an Escalade U cant get laid from hatin
Cause all yall niggaz skatin on cracked thin ice
And thats nice... Ima raid ya home and create a heist
U really dont wanna get involved wit da North Side
Cause we'll show u how tha real gangsta's ride (Uhn...)
Ima leave ya sum mercy pills... mercy kills....
Then bury y'all bodies on tha Mercy Hills
Up ya game fuckin lames keep soundin tha same
I heard tha same shit since I fuckin came (Make new shit....)
So tell me a new story thats gory...
Not sum stupid shit about ur glory...
If u got sum.... goin against me leaves u wit none
Cause its ended right by my gun.... (*SE: Colt 45*)
JMoney... Aint nothin said......
And tha felons.... take it to tha head....
U need to stop fuckin wit a full bred
Otherwise, my lyrical acid will leave y'all dead
Fuck it man... Ima end this shit wit a twist
B4 I have ya parents offended and really pissed
Shit... Cut ya cord and cancel mix tape
Before ya cpu has to charge u bitches wit rape
Now... Im droppin off just save my breath
As I bring to u niggaz y'all lyrical death....

::Outro::
These niggaz is dumb.... They need to flip tha script
on their shit.... Im gonna go russle up sum grub....
And they rentals and take em back to tha dealer...
I'll leave them to pay tha fine.... DOA nigga....