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Round 1 What don?t y?all get off of my dick, I got an album to do I spit a punch line now you wont get til 2002 I know your type, get wild with a crew And get found powdery blue, you cant be proud to be you I get love like a child with a flu, you don?t want to battle me The response from the crowd?ll be Ouuu Don?t matter if you my age or old as my pops I got something for new beef that come straight out the box Its nothing to bag your bitch, have her holding my cock Doing laundry half naked folding my socks I know niggaz that I grew up with, that roll with the cops And got found beat the fuck up, swollen with knots Brother fucking up in school so I told him to stop Cause if the coach see your grades he aint holding your spot I got plans to leave my neck and hands frozen with rocks So every bitch watch when I pose on the block When my flow hit the top, it?s the rose or the drop Bring the weed and speeding on the road with the wop Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop Come back quarter roll hole in your top The hoe love the way I put her toes in a knot Blows in her spot, middle finger rows your block They say I?m to smart to rhyme So niggaz want me in that newest spring wear Called ?chalk design? I love vanilla to the chocolate kinds So I don?t show up at parades, unless its for the march of dimes Round 2 If words could kill, I?d probably average a body a bar Beef I put air holes in the side of your car Dro come with smiley faces on the side of jar Blades put smiley faces on the side of your jaw I?m sick of the law, gamble throw trips on the floor Fuck a tour, I send you on a trip to the floor I?m like friends that borrow clothes, Quicker to draw, dipped in velour Since a kid shoplift in the store You should?ve listened before, something hot slipped in the door Name Banks, hard dicking your whore I?m too much for one borough, y?all can all get a piece of Lloyd Beef?ll show up on your porch like pizza boys Teachers gave me F?s so I gave the teachers noise Who ever thought a drop out?d be on the beach with toys I got four arms, two for fighting One for fucking, my other one?ll have you ducking Round 3 I know why you mad, somebody told I was hot didn?t they Well cover your nose I got a whole lot of shit to say You sound like me, spit it in a different way You ain?t write no hits, nigga put your wrist away Every time you see me, I?m looking like it?s picture day I?m athletic, I dip dive, shit for the spray I?m the best no surprise, buts, if, or mays I put DNA all up in your bitches braids How you eating when you skinny like you sick with AIDS Beating me will never happen like nick parades While you inhaling nickel bags, I?m blowing out a fifth of haze I?m a be around when the forget the Jays No free-bes, now you gotta pay me bucks I turn niggaz like you, into baby butts And I ain?t DJ, but I give you eighty cuts Nigga I?m a grown ass man go battle lady luck |