talk 2 'em

how many mc's must get dissed?

how niggas still think they can still fuck with the kid?

i guess i moved up in the world

duke is not happy

take it as my success throwing shots at me

gotta calm the lions

tame shooters

gotta catch a new body with the same ruger

we don't spit the same mucas

i'm a boss and you not

shit the even tried to kill frank lucas

so nigga if i die tomorrow

you ain't gotta ask why tomorrow

dog i done con the likes of niggas you shouldn't con with

made bons with niggas you shouldn't bond with

im sick world in my palm shit re-peated convict

while the dogs trying to con vick

shit

i guess what im tryin say

is niggas die running like ryan shay

all the lean me niggas

got high hopes call them dream team niggas

gin is in my blood is a king gene nigga

i make you appear to be whatever i feel like green screen niggas

so go and get suped off words

maybe do it for jerz

maybe dudes disturbed

maybe dudes no go

maybe dudes bezerked

so when i pull up in a tank maybe you deserve

i get into dudes character defects

before your deal you was a character reject

humble pie when you see a character regress

fuck ya tape homie

i pass it up

eject

time to seperate the real from the lies

the hills have eyes

but when the hill of ya demise

i reveal at the skies in a hot ferrari

its a new joe in town and its not girardi

look

turn pink her face getting her cam on

in the club man on

freak gettin her jam on

hands on trying to put her hands on the ice

cause its saw part 4 dog

big enough to stand on

when did rappers start acting this fly

say you top 5

they'll grab it and ride

but i'm humble

so even though i am legend

i can say will smith's the best rapper alive

when they tell you

your doing ya thing

they taking your tampon out and pulling the string

how the fuck you a thug when you stay shook nigga?

more like a school boy

a facebook nigga

im just straving this can't be greed

im not a drug lord

don't nobody hand me keys

gotta drop a few branches off my family tree

raised my sons all wrong

yes i'm andy reid it's me

i can't put the jewels on without no chrome

i can't rock these ice cream's without the cold stone's

im so focused

get on some long nose shit

and ill have the goons surround you on some rose shit

the more i get into

streets or instrumentals

bum ass niggas remind me of mr. wendal

me

on the horizen

i've been trying to bring pies in

more dudes then verizon behind them

bunch of generals behind me

im the crew chief

busting off my ricky davis

thats the new heat

ive come clean about me and its a damn shame

only religions im into is a brand name

campaign going full thortal like a race

feeling funkdafied get a bottle to the face

face

for you times is rough too

cause aint nobody buying ya albums but you

from the sounds of everything i hear you lost it

still rap aight

but ya peers exhausted

fuck ya bunch of money

put ya ego to the side

and maybe its time to study ya understudy

i mean

are we hustling or are we grown up?

everytime i hear you

you changing ya tone up

when the new generation think about jordan

all they remember is when iverson crossed him

take off the blazer

lossing up the tie

nigga fell in love and superman died

better learn to cover ya ears when the toys pop

i hate ya last single boys roc

can we hear some new niggas with promise?

the new generation won't forget you we promise

we'll always pay homage

but let's get one thing understood son

every encore ain't a good one!