[Intro]
Westside n***a
We ain't playing out here, n***a
With this rap shit, n***a
Tell you something n***a
Look, man

[Verse 1]
First off, fuck Royce and the shit he claim
Tell the little bitch n***a don't speak my name
Every player in the D done fucked your wife
N***a speaking on the Bay, you fucked for life
You shooting your little shit, but your aiming is weak
Seems like you're more focused on changing the beat
You flaming the heat, sounds like you angry to me
N***a, the bullet like Dennis, rearranging your teeth
Leave your ass all red like you claiming the B
No clowns, only thug n***as hanging with me
Suge Knight, you copy right, stay and dangle your feet
I strangle the beat and you don't want to tangle with me
I'm God's son, can't you see the angel in me?
In Oak Park since ten, how you claiming the D?
N***a, the Bay ain't gay, we straight as [?]
Every n***a pack nines like Tony Parker
The nine will turn your light-skinned homie darker
You woke a monster, you fake phony author
My Frisco n***a, they said they gon' off ya
Your new rap name gon' be Royce Hoffer
If you Malcolm X, I'm the CIA
Get 2Pac, bitch, the B.I. way
Got military issues like T.I. mates
[?] the same n***a that a [?] ain't
While you busy namedropping, the semi thing popping
You far from a kid, we know you ain't rocking
This ain't a Detroit versus Bay thing
This is Mistah F.A.B. verse the n***a with the gay name
Ryan Montgomery, the brokeass bum MC
Got don cannons that will knock him out his dungarees
The mad rapper, n***a, this shit is fun to me
You lost and got mad, end of the summary
You pussy Royce, Im'ma buy you summer skis
You'll finally recognize is that, all you wanted beef?

[Interlude]
N***a, you need some attention or something, n***a?
You wanted to get back n***a
Well you gon' get back like this n***a
It's the Takeover n***a
You sensitive ass n***a

[Verse 2]
F.A.B., I'm running this rap shit
Royce Da Gay 9 spitting that wack shit
Keep talking and he gon' get clapped quick
The K will make that n***a hit a backflip
F.A.B., I'm running this rap shit
Royce Da Gay 9 spitting that wack shit
The insecure rapper, he's sensitive as Tresvant
Couldn't freestyle, had to use lead man
You ever come to the Bay, you a dead man
My Frisco n***as ain't like what you said man
N***a I'm from Oakland, I ain't from Frisco
But now my city n***as loading their pistols
Wait 'til Meth hear it, [?] San Quen'
It's rap with us, but now it's beef with them
Where I'm from, when we say that we fuck with them
We don't got a norm, that's how we give it up to them
So what you got, street cred, having to call in
Tell your manager stop asking me to call him
Trying to squash it, it's too late to stop it
The BB gun ain't no match for this rocket
It's no intermission, I'm beating him to submission
If you listen with persistence, you can feel this tension
Not to mention this lyrical lynching, this spiritual spitting
With precision, you gon' find him fishing
In the Great Lakes, I will Jake Snake this great fake
For fate's sake, he wishing that I will take breaks
How many straights to the face can this jake take?
A tre 8 will take weight from his face plate
At the battle, you was hollering "fuck Joe"
Now you on his dick, what you want to suck Joe?
Stop calling Baron Davis, asking what's up though
You can't come to the Bay, you fucked up bro
Yeah, we hyphy, we jump out of moving cars
And party like movie stars, n***a we go hard
Still smoking n***a just like a Cuban gar
Cocaine cowboy, Escobar
This between me and you, nobody else cares
Im'ma beat you so bad, you gon' need healthcare
Looking at you found with "I need help" stares
My rhymes rich and famous, your flow on welfare
Fuck a punchline, I punch 9, it's lunch time
My clutch rhymes get much shine than crunch time
I bust nine in his face if he touch mine
Let me finish my breakfast, man it's brunch time
I dissed you, I ain't dissed the D
You shouldn't have dissed the Bay, this was just with me
You's a has been, a fag's friend, you mad man?
Cause you got burnt by the dragon, you bragging
I been balling, you been hacking
If I'm broke, how come I have more videos than Bin Laden?
This between me and you, nobody Im'ma drag in
You mad man cause you lacking
The lyrical passion that you had back then
You fake bastard, fucked up all of your Bay passes
Get out your lab and go to your AA classes
Can't go to LA, you got to deal with glasses
Can't go to the Chi, you got to deal with Cashis
Can't go to Miami, my soldiers smashing
And New York, they already called you wack man
So what the fuck is you doing still rapping?
N***as like you is the n***as that I'm smacking
You too old n***a, you older than Pacman
Dirty Dozen reject in rugby clothes
Royce Da 5'3", he's Muggsy Bogues
Drunk driver rap version of Paris Hil'
Fifty rounds will spin you like a Ferris wheel
Freeze up, shut up, be very still
Im'ma beat your black milk 'til you dairy spill
You should kill Kino, he fucked up your deal
You could've got Dre, but thank God for Premo
You half gay, you might as well be Ne-Yo
You need to slow down, you Bobby Valetino
My guns give you cancer, my raps are like chemo
I'll bodybag you, they'll find you, Nemo
Come to LA, get clipped like Cuttino
Come to the Bay, get bombed like I'm C4
Tuck in your chain, I rhyme like I'm Debo
Ride 'til my casket drop like I'm [?]
It's war time so the bombs will blow
When you was in jail, your wife gave me [?]
Stop lying, you ain't never fucked mine before
I got 30 lives n***a like the Contra code
Can't kill me, I'm sicker than the common cold
I'm from Oakland, Chi Town with a Common flow
From the hood, I was raised on rhymes and wrote
I'll slam you like playing Dominoes
[Interlude]
Fuck 5'9"
N***a, everybody talking 'bout
"Fab, why you going at this n***a man"
This bitch ass n***a lost a battle, got mad
Said my name on a track
Now every looking at me like I'm spazzing, n***a
This the most promo this n***a done had in years, n***a
Tell your fans, n***a
You's a insecure, sensitive ass, bitch ass n***a
That can't take a loss, n***a
Be a good sport, n***a, you fake ass n***a

[Verse 3]
That's why I hit your head, chest, abdominal
I'm a warrior motherfucker like Adonal Foyle
Leave your ass hard to find like Osama, woah
Why the fuck you tryna popping drama, Ro?
I'll have a gangster in your grill like drama, ho
My uz' with llamas go on my momma though
You just rapping, you don't really want problems, Ro'
Cause you already know how the problems go
Look, n***a, the 40-cal will spit
And have your body stinking like a pile of shit
You just rhyming, you don't really know how to diss
The Golden State Warrior coming with Alchemist
You garbage, your style's like a sound of shit
Boo boo, shit you say when you're around your bitch
You high, what you smoking, a pound of piff
I'm from Oakland, California, the town of pimps
Nothing circus 'bout us, no clowns in this
Come around my town and get down you bitch
You hide behind raps, you a scary girl
I don't know one n***a with a Jheri curl
What the fuck is you talking 'bout, comedy Ro Ro
You a RuPual, a bonafide homo
It was fun at first, but it ain't fun no more
Your [?] was a big, big no no
Im'ma toe-tag you, heat like [?]
Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce
Royce, Royce, Royce, is that enough promo?
Please sign this n***a, Def Jam a so so
Bad Boy, fag boy, a downtown Soho
Death is certain with no revival
Right hand on my Bible, fuck my rivals
This n***a must be crazy or suicidal
Go to Youtube bitch, I got the title
I spit rifles, lean you like the Eiffel
You a toy Roy, I'm playing you like Tyco
This is not a typo, a pimp sluts, you wife hoes
My ice froze, I'm nitro, super duper hype though
I killed you twice Ro
Your response was cool, man that shit was alright though
But you quite old, I'm sorry you rhyming
You're rapping, but your twin is Mario Winans
I'm clapping at you close or of afar or beyond and
You little ass n***a, you Omarioning
You fake fucker, you ain't tougher, you gay lover
Ride around fags like Mase your brother
Take your bitch, make your bitch just taste the rubber
Old lollipop n***a, I ain't a sucker
Now my dick is your bitch's favorite color
Cause her lipstick stuck and it [?] brother
Cheah, look, I'll be burning them all
Royce mad cause Em stopped returning his calls
Rap n***a, something I ain't concerned with at all
Trap n***a, bitch, I'm concerned with the laws
So you could rap rap 'til you clap clap
Then it's nap nap yep yep, it's a wrap
Rock City ain't rock nothing, stop fronting
From three different labels, you got dropped, cousin
I'm hot buzzing, show you how to rock something
Im'ma pop you, then Im'ma pop Buddens
[Outro]
It's over n***a
So while you're playing with this internet shit
This Myspace page shit for promotion, n***a
Hope you get all the promotion you need, n***a
Probably finna die of cancer in a few years, n***a
If you're a million years old, Royce
For real, n***a
For real, you should just A&R projects or something, man
Get you a job or something man
Stick to ghostwriting
How a kid supposed to look up to you and you look like his granddaddy?
For real
You gray or something, n***a?
Old ass n***a
Come on, my n***a
Your hands out my pocket