Everybody's a killer but everybody's alive

When shots pop off everybody won't survive

Its obvious who will prevail if we collide

So I ain't beefin with Ran, he's beefin with his pride

Killin him inside, wanna box then I son him

Six years on mixtapes and Koch dont want him

Say your fingers on a trigga nigga pull it then

Instead of beggin for bread on these myspace bulletins

Whoa, might put him with the fishes and the lobsters

You online talkin to my bitches' imposters

Talkin' bout my baby moms and son won't help

This brother need a beatin, Im takin off my belt

Call the king a sidekick, thats suicide with the quickness

Gotta kill my own dog, thats Mike Vick shit

Your girl home sufferin from light sickness

Cause you couldn't take care of your daughter like W.I.C. did

I love Hitch flow, think it compliments yours

Now, only yes men compliment yours

When you was A-team, they said you was trash dookie

Take it from your own squad nigga, ask Pookie

I'm looking at Randy like he a act movie

Some JC heads might wanna lash and do me

But shit was outta order when I came across the border

As a foreigner and hit the homerun like Matsui

This is pointless beef for the retarded kids

The nigga can't even tell you why he started the shit

I mean he can't make a record

The tapes comin out that nobody care about, you can't see that he desperate

The fans can easily solve my shit

If yall cop his tape, maybe he'll hop off my dick

Wanna be hard so bad, no identity left

So he run around committing identity theft

See the kid is confused

The nigga used to work at Home Depot, maybe thats why he spittin bout tools

You ain't hustlin on the steps

Before rap you was in culinary arts, hustlin to be a chef

Come on stop lyin Ran

You never been good with weight, you good with fryin pans

You not grimey you dirty, how long you think you gon rep Jersey

You not 25 you 30

And I ain't gettin shit outta this, I should stop it

But Tony Romo niggas stay gettin outta pocket

I won't cause ya goons harm I already see you tryna get me mad dog cuz his buzz like Boons Farm

I been in JC Since '92

They was the only niggas I could kick rhymes to

Before everybody wanted a label to sign to

You must got me f*cked up thinking im you!

See I ain't have no cash

I was learning from chaos, medicine cabinet and low cash

Sayin I can't come back is the worst rhyme

I was there when Jay Brown changed his name the first time

So now I gotta give lessons bout Jersey

Before wetland everything was 7 30 dog

You the fraud you tryna be hard, I was there when the feds kept chasin after shard

Not westside union, I live with bizzike

Went to st anthony's to go and check big ike

You think you cool wit niggas you say wassup to'em

Difference between us is I grew up wit'em

Rappin's my duty, I admired a newbie, I first meet Deion sellin dude my uzi

And it worked out, he had beef and I was broke

But I never cocked it so I ain't see that it was broke

You a joke, watchu wanna keep talkin bout those guys dog

I ain't mad I risked my life for '05

You and Meedah fly you spit verses

I took him to the studio so he could lay his first shit

So you right, these young niggas dont know me

But do your homework, go ask a few OG's

Me and you see the hood way different

You glorify it, im horrified of it

Dont be stupid all your life Ran, be clear

I fuck with cats from the hood that wanna leave there

And this is when I know I heard it all;

His stupid ass proud to live on the third floor

He like "Im in the hood all day, I gets it poppin''

You WHACK MOTHERFUCKER, you dont have another option

Talkin bout the city hate Mouse, are you serious?

We go through that once a month, its the new period

Nothin about you's tough, to say the least

Your fans think you a beast, I think you a feast

Keep lightin up the match, but he dont get hot

Scream Webb and Nitty name so he dont get shot

We both unsigned, you hate it, im loving it

Im busy, you bored, you beat, im coveted

Who believes him? bad enough his flows not seasoned

And when you came at Joe, the shit weakened

Push him off the deep end, how the fucks we even?

Your career fell bout short as a great weekend

At fight night, im in vegas when you wanna be

The only time you sit ring-side is on Tonellee

So much drama in the NYC

Liftin weights tryna fit in them skin tight tee's

And ya disses feel like they full of bitterness, anger

Cue the violins Miri Ben Ari

No one asked ya man Dread bout the toys in ya house

You Dougie Fresh'n it just makin noise wit ya mouth

Tell me how I'm a hater, nah I rhyme greater

Next to me you'll always be the denominator

Look I'm too fearless, thought I had a good understandin of who my peers is

Till you pulled this weird shit, careless

Put ya name in some good use, hold ya music for ransom cause we don't wanna hear it

Maybe you never heard Joe Budden music

You can't use my life in a diss it's just useless

So that secret shit you spoke about in a song

Nigga go and download, Where Did It Go Wrong

You can't ride no more like warn tires

You can go to Southern Cal right now to get on fire

Think, if I'm the label, why hire you?

Nothin even pops up when I limewire dude

This nigga's not a thug nevermind what I say

Ask anybody went to Club Spa on Friday

When you tryna succeed, how you a dope boy?

Couldn't support ya own habit I was buyin ya weed

I mean, but how dare niggas talk about the Game beef

When it was off wax, nigga that was gang beef

On Top the only one's that would entertain beef

Yall said he talkin about you Joe, that ain't me

So get lost all that gangsta shit soft

Even all ya songs wit features ain't piff dawg

What you do but go and get out shined by Rick Ross

When you gonna learn I'm the wrong one to piss off

You could put the mic down you don't want trouble fag

The chrome 50 put his brains in a duffle bag

He ain't a killa tell him show you all the hammers

Think he a gorilla tell him show you the bananas

Dawg, nigga came out look like a spartan

But keep gettin smoked, now he lookin like a carton

Cause I'll put the bars in just to create a margin

FUCK prime time he ain't ready for the sparrin

Us in the same weight class is mind bogglin

You goin at full speed while I'm joggin

Tryna get rich live young made and handsome

You'll go down as just another unpaid ransom

A few things in life that you ain't learn

And a few stripes out there that you ain't earn

Like you think niggas love you, think dudes respect you

Think they support you...*fades out*