by Coccoa » Sep 28th, '05, 21:36
Can't figure you out homie, why keep stunting like a fool?
You'll make me reenact 50s Cent's beef with Ja Rule
Topic says punchline, so i did it by the book
But when i heard you, i knew i had to deal with a crook
So when you dissed everyone, i couldn't hold for a minute
I just had to give you that, so you ll know i mean it
Nizzle i told you befo, keep it low and be cool
Instead you spit your rhymes, a proof you be fool
Pay attention homie, Rich Style and G-style
I give you what i got, ni*** this is more than freestyle
This is the declaration of war, by the Harlem kid
You spine bones still shake by the shit you read
Taken the aftermath picture and put on two fingers
Keep the middle one for you, and sing like singer
Homey i put my hands on you, i put my hands on your things
You'll get choked and smoked by the Latin Kings
Unless you're a thug, or the king of bayonne
Go toe-2-toe with me, Hayzi, you ll be gone
You need a whole click, you can't do it alone
And u be swearing loyalty on me while i am sitting on my throne
