Yo lefty 2 guns whats this about
you hatin, not ratin, sort this shit out
Where i from we settle thigns real
2 fists, a brick, maybe some steel
Yo verses are Poor wit a capital P
Yo beef wit K-rhy is now wit me
Take yo phoney shit out the back door
If I see you pussy here once more
If I see you hissin, dissin and pissin
Yo be straight on yo knees kissin-
the floor, whats more-
See you act all hard like Al capone
But you just a fake, Sly Stalone
"I AM THE LAW", bitch you a whore
You can't even hold a fuckin four four-
let alone two guns like you state
boney ass simply cant hold the weight
Why you call lefty, is it yo limp?
Bitch got slapped up by his pimp
Broke his left leg, fag nearly got wasted
All that abuse for just being limp wristed
Dawg what i'm basically tryin to say
stop actin all gay, stay out my way
Stop pretending you a fuckin G
the underground king of the streets
You don't strut around in the ghetto
You prance around alleys in stilettos
you can't be the king of true hip-hop
You only the royal queen of bitch-hop
Sup now faggot!!!