(chorus)
I handem tha loss/
if little brolli thinks that its workin//
Im bout to bury in a cemetary//
tombstone portraits//
puttin flowers on his grave im da man//
im glad da moneys back in ma hand//
slap da money down in ma hand
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they got me battlin for dim reasons//
Reaper grim sleepin//
lyrics get you gone layin down wit ya skin freezin//
witcha lid leakin//
150 den da kids leavin//
wit da wind breezin//
wont battle till da next season//
I treat the game like a sport//
ya mind might need support//
cuz ima bout to smoke brolli like a newport//
too bad you got me first round child//
but if it dont happen now then woulda happend in the finals//
either way we most likely would have met//
you coulda fled//
soon as you seen ya first match dawg you shoulda left//
911, yea, you see da numbers? dial em//
cuz da shells will leave ya stomach hangin by ya spinal columb//
ima leave you 10 seconds, you can call in advance//
so when you see da ambulance//
you just might have a chance//
but as for this battle, dawg you just dont!//
and if it ever happens again, dawg you just wont!//
I cant find a rapper here that im not better than//
Brolli, really lost tho' to him im like a veteran//
this is audio dawg, u prolly lookin fa text//
to all da others laughin atem you just might be next//
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