@Bambino,
quote;when ya creep in ya hood i might pac ya
i aint "dead wrong"moyherfucka better find out who shot ya
when i was lil baby,newborned,ma dady busted million shots somewhere homey
maybe in yo breaths cuz i see em just in air only
i aint slayer m just making the tradition ma fair hobby
m eddicted to eat shots like u are eddicted to back off
u can see me in yo hood flippin back yo buddies raps off
u said i cant spell?nice faggot yo doin a good job
while yo be busy findin ma mistakes imma blow jack off
keep shootin me but i muthafuckin don't die
keep yoself busy in bustin shots off,i'll pass by
u,advance to next level you can show me yo ass off
if yo want it slapped off
tellin me some croocked facts n fake storys
you are nothin but bitch ass wit' lamest theory...(hahaha)
u underestimate me callin me worse?
well i'll be the one to break down yo verse
y u wanna battle me if i cant rap huh?
yo angery words were funniest to me i've ever heard
how can yo make ma career to stand in dirt?yo got whack-tracks
n these nigga's actin like G's cuz i've got black-backs
yo wrathe dont tell me bambs comin to ma label named 'mac-cap'
he cant qualify fo that even if he got cash-bags
cuz i still see him as same **** in trash-bag
quote;ma dad is dead and so is yours
look in ya bedroom
u should be glad if that yo dad's dead yeah
cuz i didn't wanted him to see me assaultin ya
n i wont check ma dad in any bedroom
cuz he is always in punk's streets wit' matel piece in his T
shirt to kill G's,believe me or you can see
ma four father in pics,since 18's we are G's
our body's strapped wit' piece like arsenels
talkin 'bout couple of ma lines to grab ma ass homie?
better go back to 9th grade n learn how to read between
lines,n i wont even diss yo back again neva in upcomin time
cuz yo cant neva beat ma rhymes wit'_ya **** n i'll keep ballin on yo nig-ga