Dissing These Fools

You could suck a dick with ya lip

But that still don't make your mouth.. wiiide enough

Or big enough to dis

The shit done got me piss

Some nga from new jersey, the t-neck

Wont give us our respect

So watch me wreck and eject

That naughty by nature shit from my tape deck

I hate treach, watch a nga from the ill state flex

And break necks of those emcees

That wouldn't notice notice me

Claim to give me my props

But standing on the video with jodeci

Didn't know you the beat down?

You had to lose to r&b sound

Dissin the t-o-x i cease town

You catch a beat down, he found

Police protection

But i burn em like an std erection

Or a yeast infection

Hit em when he's least expectin

He'll be correctin every word

As my feet meet his rectum

And now he's crying 'boo-hoo'

As i manifest like the guru

Got the half the ny soundin wack as you do

I dont think you knew the consequence

When you come against, ngas with lyrical dominance

Use some common sense,

Or i'ma pinch more than a inch

From your gut when i buck a shot

Ya sweet like buttascotch

Call my city wack, but it's not

Another sucka got dropped

Cause he wouldn't give me my fuckin props

[2....]

If treach is a quest to test us

He'll feel the hollow point through the breast of

His vest thrust and make his chest bust

I'm unimpressed, thus, with his best cuts

He just addressed us, because he's all on ngas out west nuts

I guess guts compensate for the skill he lacks

While he makes silly tracks,

I make thick cuts like hemophillacs

He really acts hard sportin master locks

But i bet the ghetto bastard jocks when you pass the glock

And if his ass could box, why the chainsaw?

All these gimmicks is the main flaw - i came raw

While he sings about a kitty cat, so fuck that shit he spat

My city's phat, it's a pity that the nga won't admit hes wack

Where's his titties at, cause that's what bitches grow

Fuck a flow, to his girl i throw a vicious blow, so the stiches show

So let these bitches know chi being wack aint the fucking taste

Duck in haste, cause i might spit right in your fucking face

[3...]

They say a chain is only as strong as its weakest link

And you're just that, so fuck what some naughty ngas think

Yo, tell me what's on your mind callin my city wack?

You must've robbed the dope man and smoked a fifty sack

Of that crack, you need a fix, son

Why smoke a glass dick when you could suck a big ass dick like this one?

Cause when i come i'm cumming on your face

Ya lyricals aint flowin and on top of that your tracks aint got no bass

I can't stand when muthafuckas try to test my shit

Unless i hit with em face to face and he'll see how fresh i get

I admit i should've took time to hear him out,

But why when i go to a party of emcees and clear em out

You hear about dozen treach's kick that same old shit

I dont think they tangle with

A nga that'll chop a ngas head off

Is how i let off some steam

Get it off my chest,

But give that a punk a bandage for his wounded ches