Message, Pt. 2 C Blu

[Intro]
Grrah, this a fuckin' message, tired of tellin’ y'all niggas, stop dissin'
C Blu

[Chorus]
I hop in the booth and I fuck it up
Ain’t no tellin' me shit, they can't fuck wit' us
And they mans just got hit, why they dissin' us?
Tryna' spin through they block wit' the Ruger's tucked
Niggas dissin’ but still ain’t get back
Tried to steal and got shot in your back
Who the fuck out here still robbin' phones?
You a bozo, you should’ve stayed home
This a message, I'm straight talkin' facts
Tryna' catch me a nigga who rap
GDK, we don’t fuck with no Blixkys
I see Nas, I'ma send him to Nicky
3 knocks in the car when we slide
That mean 3 niggas shoot in one drive
Catch a opp, send him right to his mans
[?]

[Verse 1]
We got drums, you could call us a band
I'm a demon with heavy artillery
Gotta keep it, they said they gon' kill me
I can't go like the bitches from Set It Off
He got killed by the cops, he ain't let it off
Know a opp who got put in a shit bag
He got lucky he wasn't a spliff
Know [?] gave him jet lag
Know some niggas who like to write diss
They be makin' these shots, but ain't get back
Know some niggas that [?] they bitch
She was just for the fun, have your bitch back
I don't gotta say names [?]
When you mention C Blu, he the endless
I done chased niggas in their ceiling
I done shot niggas for no reason
Yeah, Lil Spooky started stutter squeezin'
Chest shot, now that boy wheezin', grrah
Chest shot, now that boy wheezin'