[Pinot Grij]

Ayo Havoc,
You ain’t a Prodigy, your Mobb ain’t Deep, so look, son
I got a couple cans that’ll spray you in your face, I call ‘em Shook Ones
This rook’s done.. I’m in the cut, with your girl, the chick’s a slut
Whole crew ran thru ‘er, ain’t no Quiet Storm when she get it Infamous
So I hear you’re Alphabet! We all know Alpha bit, stop with the lies
If you seen the sitcom, then you know Alf biting cats is not a surprise
I just champed Fight Night, against this light tyke? I'm mean with it, scout
If you have a Fight Night, you make your boyfriend sleep on the couch
You got no game, troop… talkin' fake violence like most lames do
Until I put the ratchet to your neck like Frankenstein if his bolts came loose
This pussy Posey ain’t a Joc, I’ll take a bat to this herb’s jaw
And Cincy seein’ All Stars, I’ll drop him quicker than curveballs from Kershaw