[A response to "Str8 Facts" from SB, you would hear this track playing on Radio Los Santos]
[You would hear some background voices while the beat is fading in]
Man, this youngsta think he's some sort of gangsta hah.. Quit hiddin' out in your lil studio, kid. No matter where you hide I'm still coming for you, punk motherfucker, check it.
Fake thugs, never heard of real business, even the name of your clique makes me suspicious You better beg for forgiveness, how can gardeners kill off something so prodigious? Crew armed to the teeth like marine corps, straight up gangstas to their cores Grandma was talkin' in her sleep last night, and her rhymes were smoother than yours Mexicans from the hill, nigga please we all know you can't fuck with niggas like these Los Santos I seize, squeeze the competitors niggas be begging on their knees, hold up let me expertise Everybody on the street agrees that my style is old school like cadiz, vagos ain't trustees Spread my empire overseas like a disease, niggas don't want to make me displeased Everyday my crew grows like trees, sell coke like skis and that rap shit? I'm ill at ease Feared, prolly' by fate, let me actuate - rhyme strong like armor plate, vagos weak like featherweight See my face on fourth estate, charge crack heads increase the tax rate Cowards like you get laced, elate the body with milimeter eight, send your friends there too, give you some soul mates Crime I reinstate, even feared by the chief of state, roll a line of coke like Bering strait Call me the rap Bane, tie up your hispanic ass to a propane, pop that shit and let the blood make a fat stain like oil spils in Bahrain Never was humane, stupid niggas get slain rip out your vains, splat like lines on my table full of cocaine Catch a slug to your brain, O.G status I retain, even though I obtain cream I'm still on top of the food chain Cowards like you I behead, rip you to a shred, once I see you on the street unload lead from my mac, bullets fly widespread Find yourself laying in a hospital bed, shots went off, every innocent bystander fled, in the morning cops find 12 victims dead Did you really think those gay jokes would work? When I first saw your crew they shirked in a shack, should've murked them right there For your sake, hope you have health care, I swear this shit is about to impair since none of your lies are going to fare Motherfucker doesn't even know me and dares to diss me, give it a rest you still might have some dignity left Before you get your ass arrested, you leave me unimpressed, no wonder you get caught up behind bars Guess you don't have a choice, poor as fuck you can't even leave the hood if you wanted to I'll expose this phoney, quit talking that baloney, slice you up like pepperoni Since without a doubt your career is taking a drought, me and Dizzy will knock you out Gardeners is this your best man? I'mma snatch him up and throw him in a corner van Your music - I was never a fan, fuck that I'd rather join the Ku Klux Klan Atleast I have my own studio and my shit gets played on the radio Once I take you fools on I'll reduce the loss ratio, broke motherfuckers The only thing y'all good at is giving fellatio, grab you by the throat give you no breathing space Say hello to the nigga that will replace you, murder slow or like coup de grace Work at a fast pace, everyday some asshole get erased from existence, you better keep distance Because if words won't be enough, shit is about to get rough Quit playing tough, your whole career is a bluff And even tho' my rhymes to you are perplexed I'm still eager to hear what kind of bullshit chu' gonna spit next
Subject: SB - Responding to "Str8 facts" 
Thu Jul 17, 2014 2:43 pm
