This is a Message to All Mutha Fuckas That Love to Beef

You like to beef/ But never lived in my streets/ Real mutha Fuckas that tote the heat/ Yall kats talk hard, but are just words in a wrap/ Lets see how you talk when you ass gets clapped/ The first time I got pulled I was wit my niggas/ They left my standing there, cause at that time they wasn’t real niggas/ But they learned that Real dudes protect they own/ Cause I almost clap them wit that dudes crome/ But its all good cause I stay hood/ I give respect to real niggas that stay up to no good/ If you a gangsta, a dealer, or lyrist dude/ Just keep your hustle up and do what you do/ Fuck niggas come at me with a rusty blade/ Mutha fucka I don't even see you/ You a disease like AIDS/ Trying to battle me like you on my level/ Nigga I'm on top of the mountain/ While you down by the pebbles/ Everyone you talk to don't like you/ Jay trying to come back on you/ But the dude should already know, I blew the shit out you/ I told you I don't need to talk to you/ Cause real emcees spit on they obstacles/ To me you are the definition of Nigga with his thong showing/ You A fagot ass nigga, that keeps My rep growing/ So keep trying to respond with you lame lines/ Hey razor guess what, I started cursing when I was nine/ So don't you think youa gangsta or nothing cause you know some bad words/ You couldn’t be gangsta if Pauli from Goodfellas put you on this earth/ I am finished destroying you, so why do you try/ You like this bitch I fucked yesterday, with my nuts in her eyes/ You fell off Nigga so why don't you Die/ Leave this forum alone for the real hard guys

 

D the Realest Emcee

Nigga'z a don like Joe Pesshie
Yall niggaz aint ready
Have ya brains like Sar-Ketty
Dude that ball heavy
Lick my balls when they all sweaty
Yall guns is all petty
In a car thats strawberry
Chillin in Seringettiei
Niggaz steddy talk shit
But the nigga cant talk steddy
Make a hoe kill yo ass
like that movie they call belly

Came from Dade
But raised in broward
So i aint aint no coward
D.Eagle gotta lota power
And it will shower
And ya family bring alota flowers
To all you cowards
I can make bread
With all these niggaz i turned to powder
Bitch...

What happed to all ya confidence
Its commen sence
Yall niggaz is inconfident
That aint awfull
We call that unlawfullment
And when we done
we leave you with a awful sent
Have ya ass right there
where ya "pa" was sent
We aint stupid
We all know ya car was rent
That aint gangsta
Nigga you aint fifty cent
You aint supea
Hoes dont call you clark or clent

Lil Jay-Bee
Bring all the pain to you faggits
Nigga hands dont wear
Nigga pistol dont stattic
All that bing and the bling you say you have
You never had it
Dawg I know you
You still live in ya moma attic
And every fuck nigga in ya crew
A buncha faggits

305


-+=Miami=+-
305

congrats to JaY BeE -=305=- on the win.

This had to be my hardiest battle I been in