I'm sick and tired of tellin you my name/ MBZ, the new breed of rap in dis game/ And if you dont like it, Ill send you to one of my killaz/ casue they know how to work da nine millaz/ Bam Bam, pop, pop, dats da sound of the glock, goin through two blocks/ to find ya body/ like dat biatch nigga Irv Gotti/ Cept its MBZ and well turn ya flesh red like a Cherry Gelati/ Thats just a little taste of what where capable of, J-money, and I'm out/
Oh, Feel da Beat its T-Money$
When I step on the scene/ A lean mean reckin machine/ I pop my glocks like corks from rum/ All you doin is twiddle diddlin you thumbs/ You don’t know what to do/ You’re standin there like ya just took a cold shower/ Please sir, don’t stand there for another hour/ Unless you want me to give you a messed up slant like the Piza Tower/ Just c’mon and try to mess with me The P.I.M.P./ From New Jerseyyyyyyyyyyy/ Yea yea you know it/ South Central ya heard it/
I’ll never forget what you did to me that day/ You bastard you almost took my life away/ What kind of pussies ambush ya after you pick up yer kids/ Obviously you do you son of a bitch The low rider didn’t hold up in the heat/ So it burst and shattered and they really mattered/ You took em away from me, they had something to live for/ But playa please, enough is enough/ Haven’t you learned that yet, well you soon will/ In 2 weeks I’m comin’ after you with dual mils/
*girls chant in background T-MONEY*
I’m doin this now I gave you the warning/ Prepin for this day punk you knew it was comin’/ Ya know, the day that I’m comin’ at you straight gunnin’/ But before I unload these clips in yer waist/ I look over at your girl and wonder how that will taste/ No time for distractions, don’t want to loose the look on yer face/ It was my time to put you and your bastards in place/
*girls chant in background T-MONEY*
Hey, don’t feel bad/ You didn’t have a chance/ I was well equipped/ You were on yer last mag/ I was sportin a vest/ All you had was a chain on yer chest/ I guess it wasn’t enough to stop the best of the best/ But, it’s all over/ All yer hardships are gone/ I buried them and you with a bottle of don/ No need to thank me cuz it’s just not possible/
*girls chant in background T-MONEY*
Another Hot Joint..
I’m just glad you are out of my life/ Take this advice/ In the afterlife/ Don’t act like you hot/ Act like you don’t even exist/ Cuz you didn’t up here/ I’m the reason why you were depressed for 15 years/
Your verses sound like you signed with murder inc/ Couldn’t outspit any rapper, hell not even N’sync/ My skills are something not to be messed with/ I’m one of those boys you don’t wanna do battle with/ My lyrics are so unbelievable that they could give a blind man sight/ My rhymes darker than the world’s darkest night/ I spit at you words full of hate/ They bend you over and begin to penetrate/ 10 days later and your already late/ never know when your female body will menstruate/ I’m more studied than the subject of evolution/ Rhymes so insane they cause a revolution/ Here at MBZ I’m most respected in this community/ Your disses got no effect, I’ve developed an immunity/ A resistance to all your so called disses/ Everytime u attack it always misses/ I do that crazy dodge like in the matrix/ So go back to your home you'll never make it
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