[Verse 1]
Now let's get down to business, bitches!
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Nine, ten—Eiht, you can't win
'Cause all the way around, nigga, I gets respect
And you's a nigga that can't even get no props in yo' set
Tragniew Park you say, huh?
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm 'bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar, Maple, Spruce, Cedar, Elm
Westside Trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and 400 block P-Funk riders
(So niggas watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggas comin'
And you looked like yo' bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation (and what else)
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you
Changed your little pager number (Punk ass)
But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, you's a clown
I'ma call you Theo 'cause you weigh 92.3 pounds
Wack-ass actor, movie script killer
Fool, don't you know? Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy, you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down, you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts of the niggas with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot yo' mothafuckin' ass to the Moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Now let's get down to business, bitches!
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Nine, ten—Eiht, you can't win
'Cause all the way around, nigga, I gets respect
And you's a nigga that can't even get no props in yo' set
Tragniew Park you say, huh?
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm 'bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar, Maple, Spruce, Cedar, Elm
Westside Trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and 400 block P-Funk riders
(So niggas watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggas comin'
And you looked like yo' bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation (and what else)
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you
Changed your little pager number (Punk ass)
But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, you's a clown
I'ma call you Theo 'cause you weigh 92.3 pounds
Wack-ass actor, movie script killer
Fool, don't you know? Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy, you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down, you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts of the niggas with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot yo' mothafuckin' ass to the Moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
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