(verse 1)
yo, soons that im done beating yo butt, i'l
have ya in mercuy, and pain run over yo
butt, with a shotgun, poppin' bullets, at ya
like if i were poppin' champaine, if u have
a beef between me then i have a beef uh
between u im m.c princezz, remember
my name on da street in my h2 hummer,
switcin' lanes n dont mess with a chic, uh
like me lil homie coz i reprecent da hip
hop game and i heard dat hiphop was
dead oh yeah! thats coz ya stink and ya
rapping sceard it away but don't get mad
at me coz yo rapping is lame and ya rap
was so bad dat da president, said yo rap
stinks pack ya bags ya gonna mess da
next plane. ha! ya got a beef and ya got
problems but ya just mad coz my dough,
stacks like tetras columns. and i really uh
dont care bout how ya hate my rap but
its goin' down and ya may have a beef
with me but this is my beef free style.