died too soon

i don't do much

sit on the block in that lavendar range

waitin' for fiends

pass 'em the caine

y'all niggas is lame

y'all don't really want beef with the game

give 'em a hundred thou

ease his pain

you don't ride through the 'hood

motherfucker that ain't your navy 6

all you do is drive jay-z's shit

nigga you ain't hardcore

nigga you ain't never won no awards

only stood behind dame when he was thankin' the lord

you a fag

nigga you know your rhymes ain't ill

and state property' the closest you ever been to a mill

you ain't hot with that wack ass album you dropped

the whole roc know beans came and took your spot

you a joke

tax write off for russell and hov

why you think they keep you around when you only went gold

whoo kidd let him know who put the b-i in bitch

faggot

couldn't sell a record with t.i. and trick daddy

nigga talkin' that shit

i crush him

and this ain't got nothin' to do with quik and busta