[Intro]

Awe man this n***as crazy man (crazy)
You yellin out blocks and shit you ain’t been to jersey in years n***a
N***a you ain’t sleep on my floor? that was my studio n***a (stupid)
That’s my floor.. ya dig? I paid the rent (mizz)
Me and my n***as paid the rent
We sold dope to pay the rent (stupid bastard)
(in your hood) and you recorded in there.. uh huh (faggot!) yup

Some body gonna die tonight
Uh huh uh huh
Some body gonna die tonight

[Verse]

I’m not nice this is gods work you soft jerk
You my lil nigg I was standing there when your moms birthed
I’m kinda proud you tried to come with a strong verse
But ima rip Buddens like fat n***as in small shirts
I can’t front you the shit with the computers
I’m on the block handing out the pistols to the shooters
Don’t listen to them losers addicted to the rumors
Cause they gonna make me have to put a clip up in my junior
And you ain’t take no heads you ain’t break no bread
A hasa who don’t fly straight n***a you Frank Lopez
I’m serving stank dope heads
Next time a n***a say they finna break Joe head
I’ll tell them n***as go head
Shoulda never mentioned my name
I was in the office when you seen Henchman and Game
Big homie said "Joe, I’ll have you limping in pain"
And your response was "I ain’t mean to mention your gang"
No strength in your frame
The n***a saying he gonna empty your veins
And right there I knew your career was sent to the flames
You was supposed to put Jersey on like Beans put Philly on
But now that your deal is gonna I seen what you really on
We ain’t in the same boat, you ain’t never slang dope
You ain’t never hustle for weeks wearing the same coat
N***a, what you gon do? What you ever gon' though?
You the king of a city that you can’t even come to
We ain’t no kin folk and you ain’t no king bro
N***a I’m Kimbo multiplied by ten though
I don’t take trips with my duffel bag you fuckin' fag
Ain’t nothin' but old ghats gloves and a couple masks
I don’t play with a full deck you better shuffle fast
Think I don’t know about all the shit you discussed with Fab
And for the record Lil Wayne is on my dick
You heard the Duffle Bag Record that’s my shit
Don’t even mention my block n***a, that’s my strip
You T-Mobile reduced to being a side kick
My n***a Web, he know how all of my guys get
We in the club when you comin' out of your closet
You ain’t no boss creep, you live up in Cross Creek
I know where ya whore sleep, my n***as endorse beef
I don’t wanna cause grief, but you just a soft geek
I’ll run up and torch heat, leave you on your porch sleep
And don’t forget n***a, I’m still in the gutter
Where you left your little baby and your n***as to suffer
What you did outside of Crowns to that n***a that stuffed ya
Ya know how many n***as out here that’s willing to touch ya?
Sucka, you all worn down ya n***as is all clowns
Look at yourself, you the reason that we ain’t on now
You heard it’s beef and you want to get on the horn now
Problems with Ran that’s something you can’t afford now
Them old gorillas I’m telling them n***as calm down
It’s not beef that n***as just laying songs down
You might be more witty I’m more gritty
But your sure silly you kill me thinking it’s your city
It’s my city! And I got n***as to ride wit me
I’m the strongest n***a reppin' the East besides 50
And I don’t know what this n***a's tryna to do
Yea I know about John and who he’s tryna screw
'Cus I know what, with you know who
I’m cool n***a, let’s keep that between me and you
[Outro]

All though the hood I hear these n***as say
Somebody gonna die tonight
All though the hood I hear these n***as say
Somebody gonna die tonight

Hah, this n***a's crazy man
Ay Joe, you ain't even sleep on my floor n***a (huh?)
Stop acting like you asleep when them n***as came in there
And the stomped your head in

{NOTE-He's just talking trash for two minutes, we really don't need to add this}