Round 1   What don’t y’all get off of my dick, I got an album to do   I spit a punch line now you wont get til 2002   I know your type, get wild with a crew   And get found powdery blue, you cant be proud to be you   I get love like a child with a flu, you don’t want to battle me   The response from the crowd’ll be Ouuu   Don’t matter if you my age or old as my pops   I got something for new beef that come straight out the box   Its nothing to bag your bitch, have her holding my cock   Doing laundry half naked folding my socks   I know niggaz that I grew up with, that roll with the cops   And got found beat the fuck up, swollen with knots   Brother fucking up in school so I told him to stop   Cause if the coach see your grades he aint holding your spot   I got plans to leave my neck and hands frozen with rocks   So every bitch watch when I pose on the block   When my flow hit the top, it’s the rose or the drop   Bring the weed and speeding on the road with the wop   Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop   Come back quarter roll hole in your top   The hoe love the way I put her toes in a knot   Blows in her spot, middle finger rows your block   They say I’m to smart to rhyme   So niggaz want me in that newest spring wear   Called “chalk design”   I love vanilla to the chocolate kinds   So I don’t show up at parades, unless its for the march of dimes      Round 2   If words could kill, I’d probably average a body a bar   Beef I put air holes in the side of your car   Dro come with smiley faces on the side of jar   Blades put smiley faces on the side of your jaw   I’m sick of the law, gamble throw trips on the floor   Fuck a tour, I send you on a trip to the floor   I’m like friends that borrow clothes,    Quicker to draw, dipped in velour    Since a kid shoplift in the store   You should’ve listened before, something hot slipped in the door   Name Banks, hard dicking your whore   I’m too much for one borough, y’all can all get a piece of Lloyd   Beef’ll show up on your porch like pizza boys   Teachers gave me F’s so I gave the teachers noise   Who ever thought a drop out’d be on the beach with toys   I got four arms, two for fighting   One for fucking, my other one’ll have you ducking      Round 3   I know why you mad, somebody told I was hot didn’t they   Well cover your nose I got a whole lot of shit to say   You sound like me, spit it in a different way   You ain’t write no hits, nigga put your wrist away   Every time you see me, I’m looking like it’s picture day   I’m athletic, I dip dive, shit for the spray   I’m the best no surprise, buts, if, or mays   I put DNA all up in your bitches braids   How you eating when you skinny like you sick with AIDS   Beating me will never happen like nick parades   While you inhaling nickel bags, I’m blowing out a fifth of haze   I’m a be around when the forget the Jays   No free-bes, now you gotta pay me bucks   I turn niggaz like you, into baby butts   And I ain’t DJ, but I give you eighty cuts   Nigga I’m a grown ass man go battle lady luck