alot of u cats claim a flag,or rag/
pullin guns out your clothes like pricing tags/
so u tough by the way u be walkin/
but on tracks u a snitch so homie all u doin is talkin/
expose them on who they really-be/
speakin tough but u wont do nothin physically/
look in ya eye so u ready to fight/
but to the world u the female rapper as an 'mc' u 'lyte'/
im the same man just check the stats/
i'll bomb ur streets out like the london attacks/
beefin u get reduced to a dental/
u gettin beat-down repeadetly like a loop'd instrumental/
vision blurrs so ask whats it about/
like terrell owens,ur own girl just holdin out/
people know who and whos not a rat/
and who cant make a hit like they were a broken bat/
she lovin what i give yea its all good/
her mouth be the 'cubs pitcher' only 'carry/kerry wood'/
funny how u throwin up ur gang sign/
everything i say is explosive..my tongue is a landmine/
u little kids just best to pass/
like a teacher that kicked u out...ur not in my class/
im one cat u aint really disrespectin/
brake 'both ur feet in half' to see u 'half steppin'/
u aint no man we can clearly see/
im an axe commercial how women jump-on-me/
before and after im still the same/
with one track gettin voted in to the hall of fame,now thats game...ye!/
and how can cats believe u sick?/
mimickin a style that i already came upwith/
but beef is just one of raps' hurdle/
but u quick to speak to a cop like steve urkel/
