[Intro: Lyrical Dope]

I'm dissin' all you bitches with that ego thinkin' you better

[Verse 1: Lil Corb]

Lil Corb, stab in your guts, bein' 'bout my hustle, trick

Niggas that gimmick Lil' Corb, I'ma gank 'em and shank 'em and drop 'em up off in the ditch

Skitzo got the forty-four

Chrome-thang, you can't hang

Teddy in the Chevy-thang

Doe King 'bout to make a stang

Tam with the blunt-junt, blowin' smoke off from his nose

I don't give a fuck about you watermelon lame-ass, flaugin'-ass, fakin'-ass, stankin'-ass ho

Watch me grab the TEC-9, ninja mask, 'bout to click

Killer from the Northside, ho, 'bout my hustle, bitch

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge: Lyrical Dope]

I'm dissin' all you bitches with that ego thinkin' you better

I'm dissin' all you bitches with that, down for killin' all you hoes

I'm dissin' all you bitches with that ego thinkin' you better

I'm dissin' all you bitches with that, down for killin' all you hoes

[Verse 2: Captain Dre]

Ninety-nine groupie bitches ridin' on my fuckin' dick

And player haters droppin' soft, damn fool, it ain't my fault

So I just kick 'em back, real slow, with a .44

Ruger, motherfucker, constantly stackin', while we smokin' dope

And look at these busters, bust and bite over these funky hoes

Flaugin'-ass bitch, need to break a nigga off some Vogues

North Memphis nigga, jump out the chevy, jump out them buick-thangs

Scoop my nigga Joker, bumpin', ballin' to his skatin' rink