Aight Pause....Seak..we Here...It's about to get real hard for these NiccaS to move dogg...early..
Ok....Yo I Body You...Just GIve me A Reason Fam ...But You The Type To "Run"..So I Just "Clap" At your "Cavs" LIke "Cleveland fans"....
So when You Hear Them "Clipse" spittin' where You Eat at You Betta Hope Its The theme to The "McDonalds" Add...
And Nicca I ain't no '' Math Guru'' But I got this to '' add ''...Beef It's Nothin'.... I'm Like a "NBA Head Coach" I Always Stay Round a few "Shooters" With Cannons.....
And I'm The Type To Use The heat... Nicca I Ain't Gunna Just floss The cannon...
I can't say The Same For You my Nicca... Your Guns Like "SPUD WEBB" They "SMALL AND JAMMIN".....
Listen....faggit I Beat You Once Now I wanna see You Rap That Tough Talk when The heat-sprayin'....
And The kid Deuce give You "TIPS" Like You Was On The Street "BEG-IN"....
Your Bitch Calls Deuce Toothpaste The Way I Aim At Her Mouth..And Leave her face with White a Glow....
But Battlin You Is A Waste Of Ryhmes ...You never on here..It's Like Puttin a Hiccey On a dark skin Chicc Becuase You Ain't Gunna Show...
Time to get serious....
Seak.... Dogg...You been Rappin' on here Too long ..And You Dont Appear To Spit-harder....
But Winning Against Deuce ?... The Siccness a be in "SHOCC" Like A Pair of "VINCE CARTER'S....
Listen....Dogg.. Talk Bad About Deuce I'll pop up In Your Jects and 4 gloccs is with-me...
But you ain't about that... You a homo ...You done fucced "MANY MEN"... Siccness niccas callin' you 50.....
I dump shells...My bars sticc out like 100 Fat Niccas in one cell...
Pause... You succ Nicca ...You couldn't "BEAT" me if You gave me your "HEART" .....
Siccness Been hypin' You...You not nice Just "OLD AND GASSED" Like You "80 AND FART".....
Aight homie.....Let's get busy.....
.........Your Father....
Robin Banks....
Ok....Yo I Body You...Just GIve me A Reason Fam ...But You The Type To "Run"..So I Just "Clap" At your "Cavs" LIke "Cleveland fans"....
So when You Hear Them "Clipse" spittin' where You Eat at You Betta Hope Its The theme to The "McDonalds" Add...
And Nicca I ain't no '' Math Guru'' But I got this to '' add ''...Beef It's Nothin'.... I'm Like a "NBA Head Coach" I Always Stay Round a few "Shooters" With Cannons.....
And I'm The Type To Use The heat... Nicca I Ain't Gunna Just floss The cannon...
I can't say The Same For You my Nicca... Your Guns Like "SPUD WEBB" They "SMALL AND JAMMIN".....
Listen....faggit I Beat You Once Now I wanna see You Rap That Tough Talk when The heat-sprayin'....
And The kid Deuce give You "TIPS" Like You Was On The Street "BEG-IN"....
Your Bitch Calls Deuce Toothpaste The Way I Aim At Her Mouth..And Leave her face with White a Glow....
But Battlin You Is A Waste Of Ryhmes ...You never on here..It's Like Puttin a Hiccey On a dark skin Chicc Becuase You Ain't Gunna Show...
Time to get serious....
Seak.... Dogg...You been Rappin' on here Too long ..And You Dont Appear To Spit-harder....
But Winning Against Deuce ?... The Siccness a be in "SHOCC" Like A Pair of "VINCE CARTER'S....
Listen....Dogg.. Talk Bad About Deuce I'll pop up In Your Jects and 4 gloccs is with-me...
But you ain't about that... You a homo ...You done fucced "MANY MEN"... Siccness niccas callin' you 50.....
I dump shells...My bars sticc out like 100 Fat Niccas in one cell...
Pause... You succ Nicca ...You couldn't "BEAT" me if You gave me your "HEART" .....
Siccness Been hypin' You...You not nice Just "OLD AND GASSED" Like You "80 AND FART".....
Aight homie.....Let's get busy.....
.........Your Father....
Robin Banks....