S-Danger - Father Vs Son..
Man I'm battlin this n*** i taught.. This n*** dissin me, Actin like he learned all dat sh*** on his own.. n*** stole my flow now he hard? PFFT
Crazy, Flow, Sick.
Its ya boy S-Danger... Really Im doin it big down here fux wit cha boy.
Just Drafted Into Street Team...
First round draft pick muhfucka what you know bout dat!!!
Lyrics
(*) First Beat (*)
Who da fuck is you Ocky, Fuck Around You'll Never Live/
Da Gun'll this nigga Flesh and Blood like a Relative/
It's Irrelavent, This Swagga Jackin Meanwhile/
Da Laser have this nigga Takin Cover LIke He Sleep Wild/
Hatin on da Don, Nigga fuck you Pay Me/
I ain't neva scared, Hot Sauce Couldn't Shake Me/
See I can smell a Rat, Ill let his melon splat/
Ock you know da word RIP, Niggas start Spellin Dat/
Ock Ain't In da streets Look dude you gotta Weak Block/
He all talk, So I smack his mouth like he Beat Box/
Cheap Rocks, Talk some more shit nigga I'm Poppin ya/
Ock aint in da Hood He Lookin through Binoculars/
Ock You not good see, You never been Hood B/
Bitin off my flow, Nigga You a Rookie/
Ocky, Tried to act Bold, So I shook em Up/
He Had to make another name Troll wasnt Good Enough/
I'm like a Scubba man, Wit two damn Pumps/
He like DAMN THAT SHIT IS HARD CAN I USE DAT PUNCH?/
Im like Hell naw B, das my style see/
He like Danger We Boys Cmon please/
Look this bitch nigga a Fake, A Got Damn Disgrace/
He tryna be me some Bad, He Drew me on his face/
Look I get it In, I'm countin Dividends/
Watch How I get rid of Ock, Like A Fishermen/
I told dude, Man ya style is worthless/
You not gon make as a rapper go and Flip Some Burgers/
(*) Second Beat (*)
Number 1 Challenger, Hit em wit da Calibur/
Fuck Ya Son, Give Em 31 like da Calender/
Ocky think he hard, But Im comin through wit Tecs and Pumps/
Squeeze da Matics, Ease da static, When my Swif and Wesson Busts/
Man Yall should know, Duck and Hide when iM bustin Rounds/
man yall should know, Im da one da fuckin taught this clown/
Why he tryna battle his father, Imma Fuckin G/
Can't yall see, Ocky is a Got Damn Mini-Me/
So you betta step to da plate, When my beretta clap/
Weapons Back, Danger Known to raise armz like a jumpin jack/
Shotty Pump, Body Chumps, Turn em into particles/
Ocky tried to jump stupid Now He in a Article/
Now this nigga Dead unda Sheets, Left Em Dead and Deceased/
Spittin better than S-Danger, Bitch Nigga Please/
They Told me to take it easy, I said Fuck this nigga/
Ocky aint a gangsta fam, He aint Bustin Triggas/
Said I ain't a Blood, Wit dem Tools, See I'ma Handy Man/
Look I throw more B's in ya face, Then da Candy Man/
By now u all should know dat Imma Rida Fam/
Watch How I get rid of Ock, Like da fuckin Spiderman/
