Battle Gang Starr

[Sample scratching]
"What, you wanna battle me?!"
"Yo, man, how much money you got?"
"What, you wanna battle me?!"
"Yo, man, how much money you got?"

[Verse 1]
I used to guzzle 40's and own a beat up Caddy
Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up, Daddy
I went from mackin' fly honeys on the train
To straight relaxin' on the beach, countin' money, gettin' brain
Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin' with dough
Profilin' with hoes that we boned a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track
You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack
Son, you bore me with your war stories
You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories
How you expect us to take you seriously?
The look in my eye, punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin' your sons, I'm snatchin' your funds
You catch a royal ass-whoopin', you've been askin' for one

[Sample scratching]
"'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"
"What, what?"
"We thorough to the end"
"Yo, man…" "You know the drill"
"'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"
"What, you wanna battle me?!"
"Yo, man, how much money you got?"