W.W.A. (Wigga With Attitu wrote:yo no nigga can **** with me/
im a true **** emcee/
all of my rhymes are freestyle/
i rap so good it's so **** wild/
you can't beat my style i'll nock ya down/
i'll nock ya nappy ass all the way to the ground/
then when the 5-0 come up on my grill/
that's when the blood really starts to spiil/
and you need to pop a pill/
either the blue or red/
i don't care cuz you'll still end up deaad/
i don't give a **** if you aint even got head/
an aiyo im about peace out/
so if you battle holla or shout!
Yeah no nigga can unh wit you
Cuz you already been ----ed wit, read it, true
You been burned for real, drilled to the ground
Gettin' knocked flat backwards is the only way you get down
Man you been around town, chased into the pound
Locked up with the strays, tradin' pound fo' pound
Or a half a shilling, man I'm killing, when I put you down, you bounce to the ceiling
Here come tha 5-0, 5-0 5-0, man you know, yeah you know how it go
The 5-0 oh, oh, nooooooooooo
5 is the numba, o' dogs they let loose
When they got sick a runnin' around chasin' you
Man they let the dogs do it, they let the dogs screw it, they let the dogs loose lootin' ya pockets, hit
Zip is ya score, hit, in this battling game, hit
Zip is that ring that be hangin you in shame,
That's three hits ta zip, man my hand at my hip
I catch you in a draw and we duel it quick
Man I blast you to pieces, walk ova you with sneakas
Shake ya head, yeah you's a leaka, you spill when you feel heat, huh
Yeah fa more or less, I'ma let a dog clean up this mess.