Lyrics
Verse 1 :
cats wanna talk slick when they spit they shit, wow,
get off ya dick niggas, you can get clipped down,
sit down..,
and shut the fuck up,
tough stuff,
wanna be thugs,
want to be thugs,
till these slugs, start to put one in they mug,
messin' up, they make up,
Rated G, it's time to wake up,(wake-up!)
faggot ass Spot tryin' to leak,
sayin' my name in ya rhyme was like it's peak,...(mothafucka)
then you got Poet,
(yeah you know it),
show boatin',
had him deep throatin',
now he's flowin',
tell me somethin' dog, when you get brave?,
fuckin' with Jerz.'ll have you like prison cats tryin' to get saved,
both of ya'll still tryin' to get grades,
sendin' me links,
ya'll really wanna know what the fuck I think?,
(bet) both of you trash, (shit),
infact both of you wack bitch,
get at me when you really wanna spit a classic...(mothafucka)
Verse 2:
come on dog, ya'll fags made a mistake,
goin' against one of the greats,
that's been runnin' this place,
yeah, mention ya fuckin' names to put a crumb on ya plate,
doin' you the favor,
so I'll mention ya crew to save ya,
dyin' careers,
Rated G's been tryin' for years,
about time to retire you queers,
if you haven't made it by now, then guess what, shelf ya shit,
it's not my fault cats can tell you bitch,
havin' more samples then you have words in ya tracks,
come on son, DMX for a min and a half?, damn,
talk about havin' a weak intro,
and Spot shoutin' himself out, where the fuck's ya kinfolk?,
fag,
walkin' the streets of Brooklyn in drag,
mad, cause Jerz. fucked around and took what you had,
dag, what happened to ya fan base,
this is what happens when little boys try to spit in a man's face...(mothafucka)
