Spittin' Freestyle (murda Mook && Cyssero Diss)

The block pop, so da strip fall. Rocks got a fist full. Bull pop shit, dat hot shit I got a clip fo’. When I start sparkin’, it be barkin’ like pitbulls. Matta fact rotweilers when I let dem shots holla. Chicks on my cock, I’m still on the block holla. S’Cops on da block, they still gon’ cop holla. I g-got sense, and da*s why I got dollas. I was told the rules, I’m old school, like my pop fatha. I was showed da moves, schooled by the olda dudes. How to show improve, so I move like a soldier move. Real militant, I’m ill still killin’ it. I’m real. Guys da*s paralyzed and still feelin’ it. Yeah I’m still on feet and my toes. Gettin’ higher den da President, you sweeta den doze. Gettin’ higher den a nose bleed, see to muh shows. f**k a mayback, I pull da back seats to da rolls. f**k a GT, I pull up in a CLS. The guts soft like muh female breats. Is it a D-12? Yes. I cop da un-copable nigga, you can’t stop the un-stopable nigga, I pop a shot thru you niggaz. And I was like a pop to you niggaz. I gave you a flow. Adopted you niggaz. I did a lot fo’ you niggaz. And this da f**kin’ thanks I get? You my son, you should thank my d**k. You take my shit, flip it around, and now you think you sick? I guess you think you Cas, but I think you trash. And I spank dat a*s. You aint f**kin’ wit me. You wouldn’t even rap like dat if it wasn’t fer me. Wow! I been had my weight up. How you gon’ battle me wit a style dat I made up? Wow! When I’m home, it’s envy. I feelin’ like the ?Bob?, when he was on da fone wit Jimmy. Wow! What the f**k is goin’ on out hea’? What the f**k is niggaz doin’ out hea’? Niggaz drawn out hea’. Ya block hot? I put a drawin’ out thea’. My block hot, your shit warm out thea’. So we goin’ out thea’. Set up shop and get it on out thea’. I’m on point like a thorn out hea’. Come to Philly, I’m a don out hea’. Yeah youh know imma boss dawg. Nah, this aint IZOD, it’s LaCross dawg. I floss dawg and I stay wit my jewels on. You prolly wouldn’t see dis much ice in a hail storm. It’s nuttin to flash, but f**kin’ wit Cas will get you buck or buck –n- a half. Cuz’ it’s only a hand full of rappers da*s touchin’ da cash. And most of dem are getting’ f**ked in they a*s. There’s snakes up in the gra*s, but Ca*s gon’ blast when da beef is on. I walk wit the shells, and I aint got no Adidas on. And I squeezed da John, even if da law watchin’. I’m too hard. Da rap version of Bernard Hopkins. Nigga.