Music Speaks For Itself...
It's Dubbs...
Lyrics
CHORUS
When I diss these faggots, The real MC's go craaaazy
Diss me in the first place, that shit craaaazy
Pop the gat, turn to stab ya back
Every one knows yo ass couldn’t spit a decent track
X2
First mistake was George even trying to spit at me
Next time you gay lovers meet, It’ll be a eulogy
Erick in more mens jeans then my nigga Buddy Lee
A thug in Florida? And you aint never seen a key
The fact you a fat ass biter seems to follow you
claimin name, aint seen NY since pre-school an
You on the net all day I can tell you have no life
Infact, no skills, took weeks for you to drop to LowLife
I tried to calm it down, Make peace with you ho’s
But, George cross the line talking shit then up an no shows
Talk is air, But I wont just let that shit flow
Stick a guage under ya nose, Let go, you’ll feel it blow
Matter of fact i spit more then you’ll ever know
Sip shots of Seagrams, Turn ya brain to sloppy joes
Remember I’m the one who’s heard over the game
You an ugly bitch, I don’t even wanna know yo name
Chorus x 2
words is like laying tile, You is about to get floored bitch,
And this beef is like fingering your sister...Just four-fit
stick ur own 'genes' in ya throat, so now you can 'clothes' ya mouth
I won this before it begain without a doubt
Crush lyrix so you don’t have a chance to retort
You could wear 2 pairs of pants and you still coming up short
you need to ‘learn ya manors’ like new Real Estate Agents
I’ll fucking turn ya lights out, like the Day’s inn
My fist'll reach to the back of ya mind, lke meditation,
Grab ya brain 'til you 'black out' like Segregation
