Win Some Lose Some

Man, you win some, lose some

They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome

In my life I done caught some and threw some

And I done been in some shit

But this is one that I will never forget

Testosterone-filled hallway confrontation spectacle

Time to see who got the testicles

I'm not the type to holler, "What you wanna do then?"

Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin

There's one thing I hate is for another man to take control

Of a situation, you don't want me to play the role

I'm in my element on Front Street, I love a spotlight

Bringin an audience to diss me is just not right

I told him, "Listen stupid, I know what you're here to do

But we're not gonna do it

This is a movement that I'm part of it

You're lucky I'm a righteous blackman"

And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then

I turned my back with the anti-climatic spitefulness

That's the worst type of diss

And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive

Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message

And there stood little man soft dick in hand

Wonderin "What the fuck just happened?" Not enough to kill a man

I turn the corner like as long as he ain't pullin a gun

I'd rather catch a ass-whippin than run