interventions get rejected NOBODY respects ric
the style I crack his neck with will switch his whole perspective
seepin down sewer septics while CSI collect him
ribs poking out like them fancy contraceptives
5 Ws for 3 rounds got him 2nd guessin
?SIK ?Murks You ?Here ?NOW ?You winnings outta the QUESTION
my spit is terminal, fatal, chronic and uncurable
you tossin up a prayer with no faith in Miracles
I'll leave you laying where you lie, thats NOT ya bedside
its by ya laptop meet demise where truth's guised
outta shape vet, ya lyrical needs a physical
I ripped u at ya best now Miracle's flipped his pinnacle
this has gotta be a joke Ric... come on Ric you KNOW sik!
you still aint recovered from the battle in '06
lickin ya wounds, a man afraid to look at his scars
"A Ric walks into a bar" this joke's a film noir
more bars follow, I give him rounds like Bell & Diallo
plant the gun n fill up ya pockets with shells & hollows

"I walk around with sick styles, sippin on cristal, my whole cliques wild, I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm making hits now... when I recite you takin hours to write, so if you fight just tell ya man what kinda flowers you like"
-Big L