The problem is u niggas talk about the same ol' shit/
Same hoes, same coke, same guns wit the same ol' clip/
U lames ain't shit, girls get amazed by the game I spit/
Strap on the waistside, u already know who I came wit/
The picture's painted, kissed her cheek, and the bitch fainted/
My rocks like a 100 watt bulb and they illuminated/
Battle me? Watch your confidence drain through a one way funnel/
Lyrics speeding through your heart like a subway tunnel/
I'm a straight cavalier like a kid outta Virginia Tech/
Take a syringe full of aids and put that shit in ya neck/
Ur skills are limited , u'll never be able to compete against me/
I'm olympic calibur and u still in the little leagues b/
U what nobody wants and i'm a certified crowd pleaser/
I'm everywhere u wanna be just like a visa/
And yes I hear all this talk about your guns man/
But the only thing shot was an empty coke can/
When it's crunchtime, my punchlines'll leave on u on the frontline/
Body opened, skull cracked, now thats what I call an open mind/
U niggas ain't real, u just imitating ur favorite rapper/
I call my glock, studio audience, cuz he's a hell of a clapper/
Unbelievable, u should watch your homeboy when I pull it/
I'm like Washington Basketball, now watch this Wizard send Bullets/
And u ain't gotta watch reality tv to see a Nashville Star/
Wasn't in Denver last month, but i'm a fucking all-star/
I'm out, probably won't be back for a couple of weeks/
Do ya thang, let em hang, this for my 10-a-key peeps/
I'll holla