Murda B
Not A Diss
[Verse 1: ENotti]
Yo Matty, We Gon Spin Through That Block And Let About 10 Flee (Let About 10 Flee) Edot Baby, That N***a Was Dissing And Now Where Is He (In The Sky)
Edot Boppin' Keep Tapping Ya Head
Catch A Opp I Fill Him Up With Led
Call Me Tata I Love Seein' Red
Try To Diss Then I'm Leaving You Dead
OY To My Dick
Notti Died And Ya'll Suckin' His Dick
Real Shit He Shoulda Had A Grip
Ya'll Been Fendin' To Catch You A Crip? Like
Ya'll Keep Sayin' That Over And Over
When I See Ya'll One Day, It's Over
Sha Gz Could Get 2 To His Shoulders
I'm Always On Timing The Way That I'm Talking

[Verse 2: Murda B]
Murda B, Who Bigger than she?
Back out the chop when I see me a T
Bend through the Hill tryna catch Lil Dee
N***as smoking on Danny, so ya'll gon see, like
I Can't wait till I run into Kia
Her Runtz gonna get me higher
Yo Cblu, You Butt, You Can't Try Me
Fuck me in person, let's see who flyin'
Heart pumpin' right before I blam
Murda B, she gon' shoot wit' both hands
He would've died if that pole never jammed
Top two, not two and I know where I stand
Who do you know that put on for this shit?
Slide to the Hill, tryna catch me a hit
Smokin' on fourteen, he dead in my spliff
And you know i'ma be the new face of this shit