yo yo, war child fuck you
you aint shit, catch you in the streets im busting heat
you aint nuttin but a piece of meat
shot you 9 times like 50 got sittin in that seat
you aint ready my nigga
you worth 5 pennys im worth 7 figures
you a maggot matter a fact you a faggot
you a snitch bitch you sold your soul
now you sleeping in iraq inside saddam's hole
let me find out you blow
put you on streets and make me some dough
you momz sittin on my dick actin like a hoe
she talking to me right now running up your phone
so dont cry, your rap career is about to die
quit now cuz your life is on the line
