hit man
yo im spittin this hot all this written shyt it comes from my brain i write on the spot i spit rhyms when im lit none of this is bitten n if u challenge that u gonna get hitten ill leav u in the hospital u wont last in this rap game im goin quikly up the chart im on the way to street fame i got credit from bein a mc i used to rob cars n people i went from a crook to leavin ya shook look im on stage u pissin me off dont continue or after the tour u gonna have a gauge in ya mouth u dissin on me but its all unherd of u talkin real no body feel u u never did dirt n u aint got no strenghth so quit talkin like u hard u call ur self gangster but ive never been to the hood ive chilld in the east side ive chilld in the north n now im chillin down south i only use werdz of the truth im not like u tho theres a difference between runnin ya mouth n lettin em kno i spittin wit flo constantly people wanna c me bustas like u in the house tryin 2 b me u cant fade me cuz the gangstas is wut made me im continuin i'll b the next legacy like eazy e my rhymz r so ill i could kill u wit werds my lyrical gun will have ya fearin this n hearin this diss dont even try to kiss ass u wont get outta it im the lyrical killer if this was a thriller id be the mutha fuken killer this aint no joke so dont laugh i aint no ben stiller u can laugh at the victim cuz he an ass clown ive never seen u in town or on the corner of the block we goin to war then imma b the one to cock the nine best believe i'll b runnin up wit a gun i aint sprayin in drive bys we showerin ya i already got ya cowerin fear hear me bitch quik talkin n i wont hav to get to walkin n it aint away i will c u n end it all in a spray say hello to mack ten n say good bye to the good life n im out

judgment day
ye bustas'l fear this only kattz who fear pain gon h8 this only rattz who fear main dawgz gon run from this cuz judgment day comes itl seperate the gangster from wankster sho u the difference from the ppz who frontin to the homiez whos hustlin people like ja n his set gonna c this n take offence aint no way to make ammendz i aint down wit u n no way we gon b friendz i come in to the game dissin on u ive been lisstenin in on ur beef wit shady n g unit how uv been bickerin sayin u gonna clap back u cant even rap u a diss to tryin 2 mc talkin all ghetto in holla holla not even payin attention to the power of a doller if u read between the lines u woulda known by now u shoulda been poppd n fuk kattz like red u more like caddilac ta i aint gotta tell u wut happenz in the streetz u jes kno u werse then an ass hoe tryin to rhym u never did dirt got in a tussle or went on the blocks all night 2 hussle in to hood i got street muscle call it my strength my life lines gonna go on an on u didnt do nuthin when shyt hyt the fan u stood shook i took ya street over when u was doin chores at home i was pushin on the block weather it was gettin sum 1 hussled for rocc or listenin 2 some one try n talk walk the block cock the nyn on ne set trippers or sum 1 bitin a styl i heard ya most of ya shyt comes str8 from 8 mile spittin like u dope at yo age u coulda had hope but when i steppd to battle all u said was nope u didnt wanna hav 2 repeat the same shyt u stole ur whole verses copied from proof n eminem feminem u dont got a chance in this game spit at sum one who constantly spits a hot hook look u half of the half way crook free world was u shook when u was surrounded u tried to book but could ur security buddys saved u u bustas get scared i aint gotta say anotha werd u gon b wit all the wanksters giv my regards ne last werdz?
(chorus)u marks wont stand a chance i can tell u got busted on u narks ran to pc u wouldnt last in any hood u sayin ur rhymz bein good is wut'l save ya i dont run to the copz when they cock the nyn u gonna murder me thats unherd of u was dissin the katt but u kept screamin werd up u all nerdz u callin me a herb u dont got the right 2 u got no clue who i am ne more u still the same as before u'll never change wanksters stay the same ud neva make it in this rap game u go to fake bars to get props i go to hoodz to get propz. (click click gunshot) now i only tellin who the pussys b i aint spittin out namez of the real gz it could cause em sum shyt i rollin deep in the south u better watch the werds u spit from ur mouth doin drive bys i aint sprayin we showerin u i swung a punch n had u cowerin in fear u a meer fake u jes look real u took the look n made it bad u piss every one off on the blocks guys like u who get caught slippin dont dare to go in the hood u scared to come dippin i slap ya up wit a loaded nyn pistol whip ya rip ya in a freestyle battle i aint jokin around dont call me benstiller im more iller then that blazin cuz im sittin nex to the dope diller sittin in a horror flik wit a trick n a piece throwin up for east syd KOA but its tym to expand to the southsyd KOA its been a while since i herd a track from black rob like whoa hell ya u n me can go toe 2 toe i went blow for blow n one shyt this weed he gro n this rhym i spit out jes to make the fo talkin bout skrilla speakerz poundin so loud smokin in a room full of smoke open the door n out comes a huge cloud blazin like up in smoke come in n take a toke but dont fuk up the hot box n i talkn bout weed not like the roccs crack heads lookin fo shyt willin to do nethin fo that 8 ball chillin l8 roun the mall lookin fo jackerz n h8erz bringin u pussys to the dark n walkin away a couple dollerz richer goin to the store pickin up more liqer im tired of this shyt tho fuk all of yall bitches we ridin south syd das where we at yall gotta b here on the blocks to kno wuts goin on seein the real n the fake im out smoke a fat ass joint bitch

yo imma bust sum crazy shyt even in the spar u n me had ur hit neva fazed me u amaze me how u think ur so gangsta callin ya self the shyt but i school ya in a freestyle like proof im iller then aids im far from the rest n closer to success then u'll ever be rappin on stage screamin wuts happenin i c u tryin so hard jes to b an mc homies in the east syd sayin my rhymz b dope n the kattz in the south is sayin im ill i kill ya lyrically i never miss a mark n i can smell a nark when its close i only rolled with people who real n u aint even close to wut i feel i steal ya chain n take wut eva remain on ya gimme ya hat gimme ya jersey i aint talkin or walkin up the street wit a ratt/ u rolld wit enemiez n still said u was my homie bitch i should knock u for that its werse then u bein a snitch double crossin me u flossin ya broke gear in the hood but run when u cein the gun i aint cin or bloddin or rippin but i kno boyz who krippin n aint bout to go lippin on u jes gon get snuck watch out fo koa n tha ssm u betta watch the werds u spit from ya mouth u'll regret it when ya left with a fat lip n bruises up side the head u learn how the south side ride goez every tym we was in the hood n calld u to hussl u chose to stay at home uve nevr seen dirt n when u came to east syd u got stomped n then u try to frame me to get outta jail u shoulda ben shot sayin your rhymz r hot n now u even wanna get ur big bro to fight bitch lets see wut u got u goin soft core i used to think more of u but now u remind me of a 2 penny hor u jes anotha one of the many bitches sayin they wishin me dead claimin west side bitch this south west come down to my hood sayin ur rhymz r good b-boy u aint the real mcoy u dont kno the homiez roun u death boun trust me sayin u gon hurt me ur shyts funny talkin over msn its werse then making threats over the phone u pussy u make mcs like me laugh u half of a halfway crook i got rhymz longer then 8 mile u biting my style give it up/ verbal killer like u gon get shot with a werd dez rhymz r all hot never bought my songs they all home made u aint ever gon catch me slippin always dippin through south syd hoods throwin up fo bonevill representin fo south syd KOA throwin up fo east syde KOA it dont even matter now no appologyz or say wut u want u beekd off constantly when u waz gettin outta line im jes tryin 2 get mine u gettin in my way i told u stay out n u wouldnt even hav 2 werry bout it i aint runnin up to fight u either u may c me comin but der will b no wher 2 go u gon hit the floor u hit rock bottom this tym u aint comin back say hello to mack hes got initials carved in they say eleven u could say im frontin but when u layin low cuz u scared of the hood then u say shyt when im not roun n when ur wit ur 2 person cru keep talkin bitch itl all come to an end real soon
roaddawg aka shady guy aka southsyd g

WHOS A BITCH pt 2
yo hixx i hope u enjoyed that cuz i sure u did ill b lookin forward 2 kickin ur ass when i c u cuz this is a remix got bgz up in here when big red did u that was suprisin to me ur shit was funny to me dont think imma let u walk away ill hav u running even when ur dead this is it whos the bitch now!

u wanna go to war i say lets do this n cuz u a mark dont expect a miss i spit lyrics like they came from the devil i got soldiers marchin they all loyal dont even call this a battle royal im schoolin ya who ya foolin u aint no g hell u a bitch u dont even got wut it takes to take an mc/ (chorus) u wanna go to war then we'll do this thang our south syd gang busts slicker n quiker u bout 2 hear my gat roar i aint sprayin u fuk dat we showerin u wit bullets leav ya cowerin in fear u shook like em sayz no such thing as a half way crook u scared to death u scared to look/ back in the year i had the school sayin whos the bitch verbally sprayin disses while u actin like none of this even pisses u off / all thez disses goin through the street u blew it we had every 1 laughin it dont even matter puttin rhymz 2 a beat hav ya asses payin fo bullet proof recordz callin on em bitches smashin onem snitches 2 this cashin in on ya riches jes like hixes yall aint even gon miss this peep this (chorus)

murder track 1
i got a short fuse fo homiez like u i come thru ur crew wit gatz n a shank hell ya ima gank u ruthles leav ur set in a bang fuk u sayin u rollin a gang n u claimin wit me u aint down wit south fuken try sayin them werdz again u spoke from ya mouth sayin i need werk but im still on the block still kill in the styl got battls longer then 8 mile n i aint yo bro so dont even dial u dissin on me dat shyts unherd of u screamin at H dawg quit sayin werd up u hawg the spot u makin it look bad u ruinin ya chance this was ya fad now u actin like u all mad u so much wigger u remind me of b-rad u makin me think of u as a mark start feelin like runnin up squeazin a trigger u bringin shit u dont need/ u crusin fo a bruisin fuk choosin imma tell u wher this shyt in the street i neva said it woulda been fair i dont care u jes another bitch 2 me but u actin like u gettin big n gettin rich is funny 2 me u aint rollin wit me u aint no hunny or g ill set ya free but the beef is on/ ruthless is my styl n my attitude come trippin leav every one of ya toothless clueless u neva saw me comin neva had chances 2 get up n start runnin i aint big tymaz dawg this fo real i aint stunnin expect 2 c me comin i aint swingin im gunnin i aint like u spittin n frontin more like hittin n spittin tha truth sittin in a booth smokin a blunt kreepin the block sittin up front wit a neccesary nyn all the tym physically got yo asses shook folowin street codez like i memorized em from a book took yo boyz left ya alone fo the next day 2 leav ya wit out a home or a phone i shouldnt hav told buddy 2 not put a shank 2 ya dome i aint like u lil rome or bowwow in tha bak seat of a limo screamin no dont stop spittin at u but not hip hop makin it on all ya chartz spinnin cdz makin 2 the top yall katz dissin me u bitch u frontin quit tryin 2 b tough u giv ya self a bad name (chorus)southsydz wher i ride til i die u n me we colide every tym we c each other went from brother 2 joke cmon loc u said u was crazy ur punches dont faze me ur toy pistol is 2 heavy for u ya 2 lazy u scared 2 hold ur rhymz aint bold uv been told a million tymz u neva did dirt uv neva don chrymz* murder murder murder killa killa killa (click click gunshot)* im a lyrical murdera serial killa south syd bitch fuk roun n ill c u left in a ditch smokin wit stoza comin at u heavy u cant handle it its harder then a b ull dozer/ rollin only wit real spittin only wut u feel few hear me select few fear me n only the dopest r here wit me the rest r far from success/on the road 2 fame night after night swil swingin pipes fight after fight leavin markz clueless ruthless still drinkin in parkz leavin des narks toothless/ got homiez rollin gang tight (click click gun shot) bam every nht on the block dillaz is pushin rhymz r illin ride parkz ppz is thrillin nut cases wit gatz is killin shook kidz dont make it pigz turn em 2 rattz dissin on rap kattz fuk sprayin we showerin ya u dont hear me tho in the club we can b toe 2 toe but in the g-ride u cowerin in fear stear to the right we kreepin on the block pullin a tech cock the nyn leav ya house a reck slit ya neck ear 2 ear put fear in ya scared 2 walk durin day or night n im out (clik gun shot)

i spit more sick linez then stylez p n u claimin u gon b knockin me out dat shyts unheard of im above ur class it aint even tym n in the street u neva passd the test u battlin wit the best homie from the west n i aint hittin like luv lest this is dope fest fo the rest like heinz quit sendin me shyt u bitten u aint in a crowd stop tryin 2 fit in my shyts all writtin all from my head n 2 all u kattz callin me dead u dont even kno when south syd mob comes u dont kno how 2 stop me n red i mop the stage wit ya face like master ace but im more of a pimp im ownin this ring u ownin this drug game that shytz alright wit me makin my fame in the hood my namez known even more my face i sell ya weed but lace it get ya hookd like on my rhyme its a time bomb im bout 2 set it off u scream east syd but in van theyv neva herd of ya g u pussy u cant take preassure so u gotta sound hard u bound fo a burial i rappin at u shyt this jes my anthem sho sum respect cuz im younger then u n my rhymz compared to u they weigh more bold hold that a playa at my age is beatin on u cuz in the club at nightz got people sayin my rhymz r dope got homiez like u wishin u was like me n that u still had hope so while im sendin in billz u sendin me fan mail in the envelope sittin up on the top of em hillz rollin in wut u wish that u had skrillz every tym u get snuk u claim that it killz/ im like a electric cable 2 u im a shock i came up so quik its amazing how quik i cock the nyn u amazed by how fast it is u now apart of my past itz really 2 bad u didnt last leav ya in a hospital fo the doc 2 put u in a cast u shoudla listend when i said u dont hear me tho i said feel me flo or itz tym 2 go i meant toe 2 toe blow for blow i aint talkin bout all the grass u can grow or how fass i can kick ya ass i was meanin id shower ya cower u in fear now u c him now u dont its like he went missin i dont even gotta listen 2 kno who the fuk hes dissin in the hood all u did was make fonie threatz 2 a homie but its funny 2 me people makin bets on whos goin down n whos gon b left hangin like an ass clown/

diss 2 tits
yo chek it donw in the south u go runnnin yo mouth but when drake beefd u shook when i come runnin u gon get took look in the hood u tuckin ur chain at the rec u claim u b bustin gats n slittin a neck u dun even kno wut bein a gz bout u go home nightly wit axe as bear mace like u n ace or sumptn n u pushin is funny 2 me all this shyt u pay big for is free 2 me u claimin ur rich the only thing u r is a bitch n a snitch u did on my boy down in ur jail u got a death sentence n u aint gon b able 2 hav bail u fukd over y dogg b thought ud get away so u lay low n ride sum 1 elses dick claimin a cliq but ur set is pussy 2 me ruthles is my nex name u gon hear every tym u get kreepd on u feel fear on the stage i diss u tryin 2 get a gun but u scared 2 hold my rhymz r bold every thing i told truth b told ur older then mold u talkin the same n when i say gimme a smoke u do as ur told i spittin a hot hook nex album comin out bullet proof south syde entertainment rappin in the club screamin wuts happenin im lyk proof slappin men n punchin n punchin bitches like tyts ur age dont even matter u sayin u been through shyt u should get hit in a rage swich the page u in the pc stage u dont even kno how it is 2 live a n mc livin in a tussl lifes like a hussle read this shyt u wanna get rich n eat ill feed u a clip fo frontin giv u a fat lip fo talkin u got a big mouth clown that shyt drown yo cliq pig tiez u all leav ya in a river stream comin so quik u blinded sliq ricks anotha name killin n illin this rap game murderin lyrically verbal gunz loaded fully

chek dis
yo bus dis im probly one of the illest mcz down in tha hood itz wher its tym 2 keep it reel but up on this stage its where 2 make the crowd feel it i aint talkin bout ass clowns runnin they mouthz i aint like big tymerz im not stunnin or it aint funny like stiller more like in my park ud b walkin through a horror flik like me drunk n ur night goin bunk run when u see this killer the only guy chiller is me sober cuz wit me tha dope dilla n tha gangsta u gon die 2night cmon i said les fight no ok ill let u walk away u can talk n ill come by ur block the nex night in a spray fuk sprayin u id shower ya pullin em techz n i aint talkin bout jib techz more likem thingz they put on mechz sittin here drinkin bout not outta a bottl of bex jes tell me whoz nex every night on the blockz we shout shyt runnin up onem kattz n brotha who chose 2 accept bribes showin wut happens 2 ratts in tha hood coulda kept ya mouth shut n it woulda been all good/ but jes like dub im chillin in club gangsta come in actin fake ud get rubbd n not tha good way get outta here wanksta u dont belong u in tha wrong part of town u lookin wers then the clown wit the yellow suit every tym u come roun ya chain gets tooken u always buyin new onez but neva learn as i let the blunt burn u realize when u walkin through its ur turn u threatend last tym to giv a lawsuit but the only thing u gon giv or take is a boot 2 tha face talkin bout pushin ur blow n packin gunz but u scared when u see the flow we rack in n hear bout husstlin n when u askd 2 do errundz u take cash n disapear homiez from the south they neva herd of ya g openin ur mouth when u dont got the right n do wut Y dawg told ya 2 do u str8 up got no clu u n me r through hook up smokes n ya chain u like who dre n hitman dissed on bitch nigg@z this shytz written but thought of in a battle my rhymz ll come faster then a snake can rattle i aint like ur big hoe chillin wit family like cattle u sayin wait a minute let u put summ pimpin n it no but ill let u do sum limpin n shyt i may not be the bigest or fit u cant even land a hit u so slo im quik wit the flow n the hitz each bitz of the shyt gon b herd now im sayin whos the bitch n giv my regards to ur bubba b-rad

every otha homie u see roun me swing a punch hard enuf to KNOCK SHIT OUT every wigger u see runnnin by u pussy enuf to get fukd in tha yard every single girl u see roun me kno enuf to b down maybe im so disrespectfull brad u a mistery i kno homies from ya hood u hav no history jon put ya on nick make ya hot now u walk roun like u sum big shot pussy every where i go coast to coast im holdin shat down