[Skit: Nicki Minaj & Funkmaster Flex]
—Don´t gotta do that
And Don Q together
Who’s that?
Yeah, yeah, because they was—they...

Who´s that?

Yo, we only doin´ this shit once
It get real frightening, you know?
I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here
Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah
Canada!

Uh, live from the DM, I’m hollerin´ at your BM
We discussin´ which color casket you ´bout to leave in
I did this shit for no reason, I´m lettin´ rookies battle
But how did I get in this battle with A Boogie´s shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
How could I beef with a dude only poppin´ in four cities?

I made Forbes with Diddys and sat top floors with 50s
And now I’m fully open, I play the bully on ’em
Call for your squad, you rest, you get decimated
You lookin´ like a Styles P nephew that never made it
Forever hated on niggas like Boogie and me
’Cause we was poppin´ in New York and every hood that you see
The day you beat me will be the day you see see
HOT 97 feedin´ you more lovin´ than they feed me
Don’t let these niggas gas you on that podcast and CC
Highbridge, the Label, but only one of y´all on TV
Only one of y´all´ll see awards and eat with the stars

It ain´t really hard to figure out who I´m speakin´ up for
Now that my foot and knee in the door, let´s talk about it, no walkin´ out it
We ´bout to see Le´Quincy body with the chalk around it
I got the full baggage
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain´t even the full package
Someone tell Quincy I turn beef into mince meat
Hottest of the century, why did he go up against me?
I show niggas love and hatred niggas wanna throw back
He tempted me but never had this energy for Kodak
You paid DreamDoll for a feature to get the pussy
And somehow you think you fuckin´ with me
The first night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for free

And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy´s Gucci headband and wore it in his cover art
Why battle with A Boogie´s shadow?
Why battle with A Boogie´s shadow?
He ain´t even a chapter, he ain´t even a factor
QP and Bubba touchin´ way more money than him, they ain´t even the rappers
It hurts when you kill a nigga you love
Ironic that the salt thrown from the niggas that´s slugs
Chewin´ these niggas with no ingestion
I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it´s time to go get tested
It´s a couple hoes in Starlets I know you infected

You really out here fuckin´ raw with a scrotum infection
And what´s worse is you know it, still you go unprotected
You need to focus on a hit, need to go get a record
See you can find a Don Q in the ho nigga section
Go get injected with whatever medicine you need to clear up
´Cause them pills ain´t workin´ for every time it flare up
Yuck, I´ma let you breathe on that
I´m really beggin´ that you think about your physical health
You´ll never see your fuckin´ album on a physical shelf
I´ll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt
You never flipped it to sell

You´re not a hustler, your daddy was a customer
I got the info from your baby mama playin´ nympho
You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred dollar hosts ain´t enough for you to pay those rentals
You a shameless mental, well my aim is mental, fuck it
My whole mood I showed y´all fuck it
My dick, I done told y´all suck it
I´ll punch your fat ass in your stomach
And make everything in it go up it
You wrote a tape for your nigga that died
You made a promise it would pop and that the shit would be live
Hurts that you had to tell my nigga a lie
´Cause that mixtape flopped and so did your other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain´t the one to shoot

Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a 22
Pussy gotta keep a gun on his waist
´Cause you lil´ niggas scared to get punched in your face
Jada said it best, Quincy made his bed to rest
Invest in a better vest
Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your head than chest
Quit actin´ like you the mob
You tryna play Gianni
But you got ran out of Amazura and Avianne
The Bridge is over, The Bridge is over
I got an extra long clip that´ll hit your soldiers
My hand shoot like shampoo hit his head and shoulders
I´ll send his nine year old a Barbie just to send condolence

Uh, not the money on the head
40 minutes on stage can put a hundred on his head
I made so much millis and hundreds of this bread
I can have the whole Highbridge comin´ for his head
Top floor, Glock´s stocked in the top drawer by the 38
Bound to bring Le´Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates
Your daughter just came from turnin´ eight
And takin´ L´s right in front of her is what you tryna perpetrate?
All this blood make me regurgitate
Don´t let my Bronx niggas move and have to boost up the murder rate
But since we´re goin´ here, I´ll let you know I´m here
´Cause this record right here´s ´bout to give you more shine than A Boogie ever gave you in your whole career

I spit fire, you from the east side of the Bronx, you just a Highbridge dick-rider
You mad at my nigga Mula ´cause his shit hotter
I know how it feels
Nah, I´m lyin´, I don´t know how it feels
I just know that everywhere I go a nigga know I´m s´posed to be real
And I don´t know how exposin´ me feel, fuck nigga

Just to keep it real, I´m only doin´ this shit with you once
You know, I.... I hope, I hope you enjoyed this shit though
I hope, I hope you take this as a blessing, you know?
This, this is a lot of pay-per-view time you´re gettin´ right now
I know you not used to this, you a little frightened
But it´s okay, my son, you know I still fuck with you, nigga
And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might know your name now, you know?
Like... I hope I did that for you
Oh, in other words too, you wild ugly, nigga
Wild fuckin´ ugly, nigga
You wild ugly, nigga
Fuck outta here