[Round 1: Murda Mook]
You a phony homie it's time you get executed
Somebody tried and failed and I'm a be the best to do it
And best believe I ain't taking an L
I'm a treat 'em like a turtle put his face in a shell
You ain't taking it well that's what you get for talking, it's my fault I should've paid for his mom's abortion
That's a no-no Lesson in life; don't owe dough
And on the low though, it may stand for most homo
He got a lil deal but his bread can't hurt me
I remember you and Charlie used to share Jerseys
Now you talk gangsta, but partner's lying
Ain't you the nigga used to get smacked in art and design?
Lil fat faggot nigga running around trying to rhyme
One of them niggas that got sent to the store from time to time
I been in this shit I'm labeled as a menace to the game
Every second flipping a brick addicted to the caine
Don't talk about your rims and how they spinning on your Range
Cause when you stop only thing still spinning is your waves
And you know Mook pops off
I nicknamed my gun can opener Mills, it'll take your top off
Now look at him sick I know he bout to hurl but let's get a lil more personal
I know about his girl, he got a wife named Cether
Everybody skeets her all I had to get her was cab fair and a pizza
But you cuffs the bitch you won't ever leave her
She a dog off the chain Mills you better leash her
Might see me court side, Rucker game beast up
Try run up on me, just know I be pieced up
I never let you take shit when the tray spit
It'll leave him unidentified like a spaceship
He the type to take 8 nicks and say his weight flipped
I'm the type that use St. Nick for my bay strip
Imaging me dying of Millz
We got a better chance of seeing Jay-Z resigning Amil
I'm what's real, run up on you dump them 3's
You a pussy it's that time of the month to bleed
Don't worry about me, don't ask me my business
Where was you when you crew got they ass beat on Lenox?
All I know is Vado got hit by some guy, yo
The shit sounded like he got hit by a Tahoe
Everything after all I seen was his eyes closed
But it could've been my fault he was probably high though
You a phony homie it's time you get executed
Somebody tried and failed and I'm a be the best to do it
And best believe I ain't taking an L
I'm a treat 'em like a turtle put his face in a shell
You ain't taking it well that's what you get for talking, it's my fault I should've paid for his mom's abortion
That's a no-no Lesson in life; don't owe dough
And on the low though, it may stand for most homo
He got a lil deal but his bread can't hurt me
I remember you and Charlie used to share Jerseys
Now you talk gangsta, but partner's lying
Ain't you the nigga used to get smacked in art and design?
Lil fat faggot nigga running around trying to rhyme
One of them niggas that got sent to the store from time to time
I been in this shit I'm labeled as a menace to the game
Every second flipping a brick addicted to the caine
Don't talk about your rims and how they spinning on your Range
Cause when you stop only thing still spinning is your waves
And you know Mook pops off
I nicknamed my gun can opener Mills, it'll take your top off
Now look at him sick I know he bout to hurl but let's get a lil more personal
I know about his girl, he got a wife named Cether
Everybody skeets her all I had to get her was cab fair and a pizza
But you cuffs the bitch you won't ever leave her
She a dog off the chain Mills you better leash her
Might see me court side, Rucker game beast up
Try run up on me, just know I be pieced up
I never let you take shit when the tray spit
It'll leave him unidentified like a spaceship
He the type to take 8 nicks and say his weight flipped
I'm the type that use St. Nick for my bay strip
Imaging me dying of Millz
We got a better chance of seeing Jay-Z resigning Amil
I'm what's real, run up on you dump them 3's
You a pussy it's that time of the month to bleed
Don't worry about me, don't ask me my business
Where was you when you crew got they ass beat on Lenox?
All I know is Vado got hit by some guy, yo
The shit sounded like he got hit by a Tahoe
Everything after all I seen was his eyes closed
But it could've been my fault he was probably high though
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