BaBy_BriZZ
05-20-2005, 01:19 PM
yo dis kidd think its an easy win cus Im a new MC//
but dont evah try and bedda ya rep off young B//
I murk lyrically and physical beatin these bitchs down//
you juss talk shit and physical beat yo meat around//
I'd give my life to be a univerally known MC//
to bad you'd give yo life right now juss to b me//
put a lead in ya head and ship ya first class to rex//
dis niggas version of sex is a subscription mailed by FEDEX//
you dont really wanna b my next target//
have yo game pitchblack like dvd's at tha flea market//
its all good in my hood if a gun go off...we let it b//
Ill rearange yo face like tracks on a bootleg CD//
battlin me and gettin yo dreams crushed is HIGHLY LIKELY//
left wit shit except fo prints of tha botton of my nike//
its real gutta cus im from da school of hard knockz//
so when i flip i make u skip like channels on yo cable box//
sayin da yo game isn't lame and my shit is fuckin wack//
is like sayin bobby'z juss crazy and whitney's not on crack//
I get in and out so smooth I drop rhymes like a master card//
while u screamin out "mommy ur on my dick to hard!"//
niggas kno i aint crazy, i juss got an anger problem//
my rhymes is puzzles nigga dats why u cant solve em'/
but dont evah try and bedda ya rep off young B//
I murk lyrically and physical beatin these bitchs down//
you juss talk shit and physical beat yo meat around//
I'd give my life to be a univerally known MC//
to bad you'd give yo life right now juss to b me//
put a lead in ya head and ship ya first class to rex//
dis niggas version of sex is a subscription mailed by FEDEX//
you dont really wanna b my next target//
have yo game pitchblack like dvd's at tha flea market//
its all good in my hood if a gun go off...we let it b//
Ill rearange yo face like tracks on a bootleg CD//
battlin me and gettin yo dreams crushed is HIGHLY LIKELY//
left wit shit except fo prints of tha botton of my nike//
its real gutta cus im from da school of hard knockz//
so when i flip i make u skip like channels on yo cable box//
sayin da yo game isn't lame and my shit is fuckin wack//
is like sayin bobby'z juss crazy and whitney's not on crack//
I get in and out so smooth I drop rhymes like a master card//
while u screamin out "mommy ur on my dick to hard!"//
niggas kno i aint crazy, i juss got an anger problem//
my rhymes is puzzles nigga dats why u cant solve em'/