The first track I ever collaborated with my friend Ro Kelly on.

****VERSE 1 (Ro Kelly)****
Yo the shit in the city got me going crazy. Bitches blowing
up my phone, homies talking shit like they a maybe.
This shit is crazy, I'm ready to go at a homie.
You can tell by my face I'm ready to shoot a homie.
I'm the type to chew you up and spit you out, my homie.
Ready to hear that gun sound, pow, and mute a homie.
You can hear in my lyrics, I'm curious, not serious.
To know how to do it, this is my life and I choose it.
This is my life, and I choose it.
Fuck homie, you ain't first place then you losing.
and you know you got my bitch in my place and she tooting and booting and
after I'm done with her yeah you know I got her scooting.
Cause I got time for those thoughts.
So the only thing I look at is my watch.
And I ask my grandma, "What the fuck are those?", she said "They're Crocs."
And I said to the dumb ass bitch, "Just wear socks!"
And my homie post up at the block, I pray to God he don't get shot.
Selling for a dime, for a dime, or a wrist watch.
I know he running from the men in blue,
but I told him if he didn't quit he'd end up in jail soon.


****VERSE 2 (Z DADDY)****
I address this to the kids who would be so bold as to go against me
Those no good emcees have no finesse no hope no expertise
You posers and Meek wannabes sound like you wrote your best lyrics
while high on blow and Ketamine. You're hopeless and weak.
You know you blow deep down inside and so you're convulsed with envy.
But thanks to your own dome's density, your own stupidity
You'll compete with me like Coke and Pepsi,
except you'd be more like a soda knockoff so there's no contesting, so depressing
Don't upset me. Think before you let your mouth open sesame.
Cause you punks have the vocabulary of a 44 year old with a broken
frontal lobe and short term memory, but don't sweat it because you should
know it's a recipe for disaster when you provoke and threaten me
You don't want me and Ro as enemies there's better uses for so much energy
This entire verse was written for fun so don't get upset at me.
Z Daddy's rhymes are so dope they provoke ecstacies
We're better than you could hope to ever be. Oh well, c'est la vie.