[Verse One]
Now I done told this nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Now take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aahs"
Your foolish pride done fucked around
And put you on the losing side, who got bodied?
Nigga, you sick? Then I'm a hot toddy
Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
I'm a sound off, this nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown cars
Shows over Bozo, no mo', I'm back
Time to face the music, I'mma just straight up abuse him
He choose to diss, but he don't know what he gettin'
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
C'mon I'm a product of my environment
He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement
He go at me I hit him ASAP, take that
Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track
He's probably from the part of the Bay where the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and give each other AIDS at
They told me that you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' like Whoopie
You steppin' in another circle
I wear Purple Label you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about your lame flow represents everything ho
And every color in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's name will get you strangled
Let my nigga rest or I bet you gon' be sleepin' with the angels
I'm fly, you a fly, since you lie, you die, goodbye
Now I done told this nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Now take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aahs"
Your foolish pride done fucked around
And put you on the losing side, who got bodied?
Nigga, you sick? Then I'm a hot toddy
Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
I'm a sound off, this nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown cars
Shows over Bozo, no mo', I'm back
Time to face the music, I'mma just straight up abuse him
He choose to diss, but he don't know what he gettin'
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
C'mon I'm a product of my environment
He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement
He go at me I hit him ASAP, take that
Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track
He's probably from the part of the Bay where the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and give each other AIDS at
They told me that you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' like Whoopie
You steppin' in another circle
I wear Purple Label you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about your lame flow represents everything ho
And every color in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's name will get you strangled
Let my nigga rest or I bet you gon' be sleepin' with the angels
I'm fly, you a fly, since you lie, you die, goodbye
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