Testo It Aint A Battle

Uh Uh Uh Uh..... -CHORUS- (SINGING) I Know You Dont Wanna Battle, I Know You Dont Want None. I Know You Dont Wanna Battle, I Know You Dont Want None Of Me X2 Verse 1 (Saltine): It Aint A Battle Rap Unless I"m Up On The Track. Im Comin Through Ready To Blast On These Hataz, Say I'm Wack! I Represent Tha, D.I.R.T.Y., South Side Why You Hatin On Me I Know You Want Me To Die But Yo Look It, Im Gangsta I've Always Been Nigga. An Unruly Teen Wit An Itchy Trigger Finger. I Come Out Blastin, Lyricly Verbally Abuse You I Leave You Layin Beat You Aint Know What To Do. -CHORUS- X2 Verse 2 (Saltine): Im Wack Wit Freestyles But I'm Ruff Wit The Written Been In This Game For Years And You Can't Picture Me Spittin' Give Me The Notebook. Its Over Im Back To Claim My Throne And Any Hata' Steppin Up Is Gonna Get Thrown Im In The Zone And I' Grown So Aint No One Tellin Me Shit, Aint None Of Yall Niggaz Hipp, This Aint A Battle Bitch! Im A Hata' Killa, Wack Act Elimintaor Trick! Never Seein Me Slip. Ill Empty The Clip In The Side Of Yo Hip And I Watch As Yo Body Fall Im Comin Up Off The Wall Im Coming To God Damn Raw For You To Touch Me Dog You Aint Peepin My Level You Can't See Where I'm At. You Try To Pull Me Down Cuz' A Skill That You Lack You Need To Bounce Back Before Your Dome Gets Crackd And Yo Spine Gets Snapped Im Quick To Get Physical But Rather Battle Rap. So Where You At? Hataz Come Out From Hibrination I'll Put An End To Yall Like The Sniper Investigation. -CHORUS- X2 Verse 3 (Saltine): You Never Wanted None Since I Started Day One, I Bust A Ruff Verse Then You Run Away Scared Son Theres No Comparison. Your Lyrics Are Wack Your Deliverys Ass I Really Wanna Box But I'm Tryin Da' Battle Rap So Come Out From Back If You Tryin' Da' Get Smashed It's A Lyrical Attack And We Bombin' Yo Ass You Rap Trash And Wha' You Speak Of Is Garbage You Can Say You The Ruffest But We Know Who The Hardest And I'm The Largest Force You Ever Had To Deal Wit' Steal To The Lips Foe Sho' You Gettin Pistol Whipped Nigga You Hit, Yo Whole Crew Be On My List You Be Gettin A Honkey Pissed Cuz You Be Talkin To Much Smizzack I Rip Up The Trizzack And Leave Yo Neck Snizzzaped Foe Shizzzdack You Needa' Shut Yo Mouth You Fagot Bizzznatch! (ECHO) -CHORUS- (Reversed, Interuption, Chorus Til Fade)