from the album, “Cures What Ails Ya

[Verse One] Now I done told this nigga to shut his mouth I guess he wasn't hearin' me I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash Now take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass Followed by the "oohs" and "aahs" Your foolish pride done fucked around And put you on the losing side, who got bodied? Nigga, you sick? Then I'm a hot toddy Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby I'm a sound off, this nigga's a clown y'all Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown cars Shows over Bozo, no mo', I'm back Time to face the music, I'mma just straight up abuse him He choose to diss, but he don't know what he gettin' While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch C'mon I'm a product of my environment He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement He go at me I hit him ASAP, take that Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track He's probably from the part of the Bay where the gay's at Where the fags migrate and give each other AIDS at They told me that you ain't the pistol type So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke Get you a whoopin' like Whoopie You steppin' in another circle I wear Purple Label you just wear The Color Purple Everything about your lame flow represents everything ho And every color in the rainbow Sayin' Proof's name will get you strangled Let my nigga rest or I bet you gon' be sleepin' with the angels I'm fly, you a fly, since you lie, you die, goodbye [Hook] Zip 'em up Zip 'em up Zip 'em up Zip 'em up [Verse 2] C'mon, you showed you ain't got respect soon As you diss me so sudden So when you bow it better look like you toe touchin' I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow cousin I pack heat and I will give you the whole oven Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the whole cupboard No publishin' for this fuck it, I'm so stubborn I threw the bait, you took it, I'm on the boat buzzin' Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden [Verse 3] Budden said the battle was embarrassin' Comparison, this shit here more embarrassin' So I'mma use his beat to murk you And maybe he'll see that I'll murk him too I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got "Nothin To Do" This Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my time And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this rhyme It ain't beef but I would like to shoot your jeweler Your charm look like some kind of retarded school bus All you missin' is the "duh" and the drool The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look Niggas get shook when Malcolm speaks There ain't no way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat Y'all two doin' an album together, ooh shit Okay, I got a sample for you, loop this: [Interlude] Step right up! Step right up Let me guess your weight I just flew in from San Francisco and boy are my arms tired! Step right up and watch me shoot through birds out of my sleeve I'm so fuckin' funny Let's take it to the Bay baby [Under Interlude (Background)] Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny I'm a clown, with no money Every Monday, I get a haircut To wear a t-shirt and jeans with airbrush I'm corny, I'm corny There goes the real Fab, he came before me It's not corny, he's still here too But I don't care cause, I'm so funny [Verse 4] The streets will teach you I love for The Bay nigga, Skee my people The problem is, you think you lyrically my equal But that don't balance out I gotta Keak the Sneak you You be the bitch, nigga we be the shit You never slang like 40, you tryin' to be B-Legit I will eat your soul My piece's cold cause they freeze But these hoes is Keyshia Cole, I'll put you in the hospital You ain't the only one that got riddles, I got two Check it, one: Flabby, Fabby, fuck you Fucked yo mammy, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son Two: Yeah, pussy thought you took me Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care So what's the fuss 'bout Turn your girl's mouth to a Yukmouth Nut, turn her out to a slut house, who got bodied? [Sample] "Trick hates your guts and Proof ain't never like you" "I fuck with real Detroit niggas like Trick Trick and Chedda Boys" Ask about me [Verse 5] I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye y'all This nigga been dead since the 8th bar But I'm tryin' to overkill him Standin' over the silly nigga holdin' a shotty With the spirit shootin' at him 'til his body disappears Lookey here, I will put your crew in boxes I done put whole crew in boxes And it best he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him Put him out with the tools or boxing So think about your next move, I will let you choose your option Top ten, dead or alive, and I got soldiers You cast your little punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders! Oh yeah, it's over, hold that Nigga this is G's up, I speed up right where you slow at Lyrically you Borat, boring, do anything for a laugh You know that's... annoying It's sounds that perhaps you doubt me Well if you ever ever make it to my city, ask about me Your luck's over 'cause all you tried to do is be famous So now you famous nationwide for gettin' fucked over Boy pay up, I ball, this a fo' sho' lay up I'm playin' Chess with a Connect Four player! [Hook] It's obvious I hear you talkin' loud I'm clappin' all day like I'm cheerin' in the crowd I'm bout to catch a body, I'ma bust a mag boy I'm bout to catch a body, I'ma bust a mag boy I'll kill ya'! If you ain't never ran from a nigga Then you damn sure should probably pick a day to start runnin' Get runnin'! If you ain't never ran from a nigga Then you damn sure should probably pick a day to start runnin' Get runnin'! [Outro: Chedda Boy & Trick Trick dissing Mistah F.A.B.]