USO-4-LIFE presents...afaNsiv & LiL`BiGGz
Lyrics
look....step one,
you needa get yaself a gun
but steppin this way ya cant help yaself but run
when i'm done, then you felt the ton
know that i been in many battles nigga and i've knelt to none
you da type who'll tell the One
snitchin ass, so it wont be a surprise if ya fail to come
you, i'm usin only as bait
i dont know you at all
all i'm knowin that you phony and fake
garbage nigga, i just throw you away
let the birds pick atcha, and shoot you like they throw up the clay
bow down, and let fate take its course
i shoot like a sprinkler system when i spray ya porch
i beat fat joez like you harder than scott storch
you rappin for ya life, i'm doin this for sport
what the fuck is ya name, is it champ sqad or champ squad
i'll leave you bleedin like a muthafuckin tampon
you aint attractin a win, you attractin the steel
call me a poucher huntin jaguars in jacksonville
i'm a gutta nigga, cuttin ya guts out from ya midsection
hang you over a balcony wit ya intestines
ring the alarm, this nigga is gone
only sex he get is in the bathroom wit his right palm
i drop napalms, in ya front lawn nigga
and leave it for for the trash man to pick ya up nigga
you holding a mic should be against the law
i'm a renegade throwin mah fist against ya jaw
if you got friends to call, hit'em up
but they aint gonna help no more you cus ya bit enough
i seen it all before, you have no motive
i walk thru ya hood, wit a semi auto loaded
make you think a brinks truck fuckin exploded
when the sound of the shells hit the ground in one moment
i never battled a nigga so mediocre
i saw ya picz wit ya gunz, those super soakers
funny how you act when you know you cant win
i spit easy on the mic you spittin blood out on a napkin