

"you pop shyt, apologize, nikka, just ask kiss"
"Man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel and his soldiers
I can handle this for dolo, and his manuscript just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called
Blueprint
First Biggie's your man, then you got the nerve to say
That you better than B.I.G
dikk-sucking lips, why don't you let the late great veteran live?"
"In '88 you was getting chased through your building
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers"

