Dis is a dis to a lame soundin' rapper who dissed me on one of his songs. So u know me bein' da realist that I am.His song wuz called "We Can't Get Along" How gay is dat yo. I'on wanna get along wit another man. LOL..He from CMB...
Boss Jay (The Souf's Best Kept Secret)..Not 4 da fake..REAL RECOGNIZE REAL....CTP is da illest and realest, F wut u heard...
(Rapper) - 18
(Rapper/Producer) - 12
(Producer/Rapper) - 17
(Singer/Rapper) - 17
No Pic Available at dis time....
2 Real (CTP) introducing MP da Feen Feeda
http://rapidshare.de/files/19901224/02_Track_2.wma.html
Murda Charge - Lil' Shorty and MP da Feen Feeda
http://rapidshare.de/files/19901465/03_Track_3.wma.html
Take Ya Home
http://rapidshare.de/files/19901720/08_Track_8.wma.html
Gettin Sum Head
http://rapidshare.de/files/19901841/09_Track_9.wma.html
Made N!ggaz
http://rapidshare.de/files/19902165/23_Track_23.wma.html
Krib2Nite (We On Her) (feat Lil' HB my lil' brother)
http://rapidshare.de/files/19902352/10_Track_10.wma.html
Nuttin But A Number
http://rapidshare.de/files/19902672/11_Track_11.wma.html
Story behind the song
Had to smash dis fool..Get him in line..
Lyrics
(Talkin')
I hear you talkin' mayne...Spittin' ya lil' garbage rhymes. Hangin on my nutz and all.....
(verse)
I look at dis kid, and I'm steady crackin-up/ (haha)
Cuz you a internet thug, white boy actin-tough/
You sound like an amateur, maybe you'll sound better backwards/
You trip off my laughter, top 5 list who wuz you after/ (me)
Matter fact, I'on even think you were mentioned/ (nope)
Dissing me now, so you can grab a lil' bit of attention/ (U suck)
You a wanna-be, you ain't never ever seen a hood/
Except da one on your jacket, and u actually think ur good/ (umm)
U spit 4 minutes of garbage dog, U can't move me/
Cuz I know that ur nothing but an actor and ur songs is movies/
U living fantasies, if I recall correctly, I beat-you/
U waste of space on my computer now watch me delete you/ (yeah)
I'm precise, it's nice to see ur girl regergitate my child/
U a rookie, a novice, beginner recessitate ur style/ (please do)
Got cha regrettin' dat u ever stepped to Jay-Hee-Z/
How u call ya self a rapper, and u can't catch a beat/ (did u hear it)
Did u hear his song?/
I'on care if We Can't Get Along,/ I ain't into liking dudes/ (fAgGot)
Unlike you/ U dumb challenging me, I'll enlighten you/
I will admit, I'm dope, better yet, I'm crack/ (that's right)
Cuz even if I beat u, You'll keep coming back/(that's right)
U must got a fetish for losing, your style is bit-up/
I done ripped through more rappers than lil kids on Christ-mus/
This is to easy, I'm done dissing-you/
Cuz niggaz don't feel wut u spit unless they kissing-you/
UMM...MMM..MMM
