NINO-G:

Ahhh, Shit...Why yall let us go and do this? We got 2 of GS's Most Wanted in the same muthafuckin place at the same muthafuckin' time...HAAAHA...Yo, B. break out the Gin, the stirofoam cups...grab a couple mic's...let's get it, man.

Picture perfect, I'll paint a perfect picture
GhettoSoul got me goin', no intentions to get richer.
Got my nigga, my homie
B. R-O-S-E...you's a cold-ass nigga on this joint.

  B. Rose:

Sho nuff
Never needed a gun, never the type to run.
Any nigga try to test they a;ready know the outcome.
Spittin lyrics with Nino is on a nigga mind.
But there always someone
Who want to try to test the rhyme.
But we give them the business
They get defensive and shit.
And they supposed to be G's
These niggas pussy as shit.

  NINO-G:

So now they wanna play against
2 multi-billionaire GS poets on their way up...
Bitch niggaz, get ready for a showdown,
Cuz shit's about to go down...
Me & B., we 'bout to clown
Now, I be like "Fuck religion." cuz I know what I believe in.
And I don't back down from any heathen.
Lames be actin' all savage like they supposed to Lil Webbie...
I swear them niggaz ain't ready.

  B. Rose:

Our lyrical injection is lethal, fukk a needle.
WMD's by ourselves go get your people.
And I suggest you bring the army with you.
Cause what we spittin runs through heaters
You could have heatseekers
And miss us by meters
And get your butter cup ass blow to smitherines
reeses pieces haha.
And I will do it to ya motherfukker.
This for them Lyrical G's lil buster.

  NINO-G:

Now follow us as we ride...
MuthaFUCK da rest, we da best from any WestSide.
And I feel like we famous...
We doin' this for a while, so how can they blame us?
We move shit faster than Triple C, tell dem niggaz wassup
B...
It's Nino-fuckin'-G.
And since we got, we'll flaunt it...don't act like you don't want it.
2 of the WestSides' Most Wanted.

  B. Rose:

What yall thought we was done yo...???
Nope!!!
You know we gotta go in one more time yo...

Nino show em how we get down my nigga!!!!

WESTSIDE!!!!!!

  NINO-G:

Now, gimme 50 feet...defeat is the destiny of neither one of us.
Why do they think that they can alwayz get the best of us?
It's no use to think it...In God We Trust.
Yall better be prepared when you come and fuck wit' us.
Dat's right...
You ain't gon find any harder G's around.
Me & B. Rose get on a joint, and we alwayz clown.
If you doubt it, then come see us...
Shit, you know that in the back of your mind you hate cuz can't be us,
BITCH!

  B. Rose:

Don't matter if you cuz, blood whatever you banging.
If you approach
You can get it the same way as the haters.
Just give me some paper
Watch me scribe.
Something that can't be edited
Because my flow is all live.
September 16th
Been a spitter since my first birthday.
And hip hop police
Want to stop my lyrical display.
I can deal with it thats just the way it is.
See I do me
And im a die being me bitch.

  NINO-G:

We ain't gotta carry no glocks...that's a bitch-made move, boy.
It only takes me a second to display the art of war...
And they wonder how I feel when they fire shots.
I got tough skin, nigga...I dismiss 'em and still stay on top.
It's still a win-win situation
When we come up on some bitch niggaz, it's all about patience.
They alwayz pull some dumb shit, and we be on it...
Then they realize they were hit by B. Rose and Nino-G...
2 of GS's Most Wanted

GhettoSoul...B. Rose, my nigga...We OUTTA Here, Baby!!!