Post by Los Tha Don on Feb 1, 2005 0:53:48 GMT -5
r3d_spyda:
ight i sukd den but dont judge me like fitty
i was bein witty g,in a spot fuk ya cru n wut u got
i take u n a parkin lot ur ass is bought n soon like pac
got shot ur so not tight n u probly b h8in
all ra8in my rhym come c da chrym i dun did
i rid kattz like u n dumpz listen as da sub bumpz
u chumps couldnt get close u takin 2 high of a dose
u die from steppin on toez dissin on flowz im bustin ya nose
if i cein ya ya cliq frontin so quik dick ridin
u prick hidin behind fake fanz i take bandz out n demanz
leav u pan handlin junkyz leav ya set outta dis n man up
stand up be independant u pussy/
u could bring ya dick ridin cru but c they duckd
ill makem buckd u luckd out on da last spit
but now ill hit real shit git this gat click clack
i roll wit 5 katta n a pack on da block
c dis chrome glock im at ur door but wont knock
if u n jail u suckin jz c*** hed hav u on lock
i hear u talk but u frontin u gettn me vexxd
im ready 2 run up n slice ya neckz drive by wit techz
keep it fake like lex i had u spotted up like chex
get a girl hav sex maybe u learn 2 spit earn da shit
u wont get dis spot id surround u loop or lot
ima troop call me da soldier i wont holdyer hand
n war wen gatz roar im bizzy buckin
while u duckin n cryin c u lyin 6 feet bi**
gettin ur cliq involvd well fuk them 2 ill buk them 2
Los Tha Don:
Spyda, that shit was terrible, the postman would laugh
Couldn't structure a diss if you had blueprints an graphs
Tear you in half, I'm rollin lethal when I'm sneakin
Through holes in your web, resemblin brain incompletion
Off the fuckin deep end, no water to splash when you stop
I'll hunt you down an smash yo ass for disrespecting Pac
Keep dem names out ya mouth, that calibur ya can't catch
Spend your piggy bank to buy a couple o rounds o plastic caps
You're wacked through style and the next time I see you
You're confused thinkin hell is up and heaven's beneath you
A Spider can't come up in here expectin to win when
It's shit like yours that makes a hard drive begin crashin
ight i sukd den but dont judge me like fitty
i was bein witty g,in a spot fuk ya cru n wut u got
i take u n a parkin lot ur ass is bought n soon like pac
got shot ur so not tight n u probly b h8in
all ra8in my rhym come c da chrym i dun did
i rid kattz like u n dumpz listen as da sub bumpz
u chumps couldnt get close u takin 2 high of a dose
u die from steppin on toez dissin on flowz im bustin ya nose
if i cein ya ya cliq frontin so quik dick ridin
u prick hidin behind fake fanz i take bandz out n demanz
leav u pan handlin junkyz leav ya set outta dis n man up
stand up be independant u pussy/
u could bring ya dick ridin cru but c they duckd
ill makem buckd u luckd out on da last spit
but now ill hit real shit git this gat click clack
i roll wit 5 katta n a pack on da block
c dis chrome glock im at ur door but wont knock
if u n jail u suckin jz c*** hed hav u on lock
i hear u talk but u frontin u gettn me vexxd
im ready 2 run up n slice ya neckz drive by wit techz
keep it fake like lex i had u spotted up like chex
get a girl hav sex maybe u learn 2 spit earn da shit
u wont get dis spot id surround u loop or lot
ima troop call me da soldier i wont holdyer hand
n war wen gatz roar im bizzy buckin
while u duckin n cryin c u lyin 6 feet bi**
gettin ur cliq involvd well fuk them 2 ill buk them 2
Los Tha Don:
Spyda, that shit was terrible, the postman would laugh
Couldn't structure a diss if you had blueprints an graphs
Tear you in half, I'm rollin lethal when I'm sneakin
Through holes in your web, resemblin brain incompletion
Off the fuckin deep end, no water to splash when you stop
I'll hunt you down an smash yo ass for disrespecting Pac
Keep dem names out ya mouth, that calibur ya can't catch
Spend your piggy bank to buy a couple o rounds o plastic caps
You're wacked through style and the next time I see you
You're confused thinkin hell is up and heaven's beneath you
A Spider can't come up in here expectin to win when
It's shit like yours that makes a hard drive begin crashin