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Shit
This shit, right here
Is for the thugs in the street
Do ya hear me?
And this shit, right here
Man, might get you mugged in the street
Beanie Sigel hittin hard, and I'll wire your jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give 'em permanent scars
Twist Backwoods, never catch me rollin cigars
Only cop and blow-dry the preservative jars
On the block, servin like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot, fuck it, mack, brody the ball
Fuck crack, flip lotta, I ain't takin a loss
Plus if I get snatched, it's less time for the saw
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the Glock
Blow 'dro, pick up dough, reload the spot
I'm the shit with crushed ice and some Arm & Hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antennas
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
The size of chick licks that make you prick sick
While y'all try to profit, I just flip quick
Y'all niggas know my flow be sick, my dough be sick
Now when you wake up, I'm wipin the cold out ya eye
With the barrel of the gun, holdin ya son, smokin Branson
Blowin smoke in ya face, I want the ransom, and some
Or shit'll get the opposite of handsome
I mean I got to come clean, I done bagged up
And served every fiend you seen in the Fed's magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seen, I swallow kerosene
And piss out gasoline, strike a match and burn the fuckin scene
I'm no joker, I could blow you into smoke
And make your man a secondhand smoker, I'm so vulgar
I'm sendin niggas straight back to they maker
Broke with a Playstation for a CD player
See me player? I don't even play that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin my shit
Y'all got a bible? Well pray in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns and come get ya
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands 'round your throat
Choke nigga, choke, I'm dope, roll me up and smoke
Off contact, niggas react, and play me back
For dough, I murder every nigga not on this track
I spit back, at any nigga, claimin he Teflon
The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God, "You wanna battle?"
I could care less, send me to hell, I like to travel
After waxin him I wax you, smack you, clap you
Now that's two, niggas I left, lookin like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail shit, never even walked through a junkyard
I thump hard, make a nigga yell for crew quick
A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chewstick
Too rich, is what I plan to be in the '99
It's all mine, faggots ride bench when it's crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium
You Ethiopian, frilly niggas, yeah we scopin 'em
And ropin 'em, do a nigga Rosewood style
Hangin wild up with a pitcher, white balls in his child
It's Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin niggas in they sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, that's the shit that I'm on
It's Desperado style, shootin at 'em sidearm
I'm gone, you see I'm dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes so they zero in
Here on in, no I fear no men
And motherfuck shootin five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? Fight death and be a hero then
Nigga call me poppy seed, I pop your seed
And move bricks, on a block that's too hot to breathe
I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second-guess faggots, that cock and freeze
So I fuck with real niggas like The L.O.X. indeed
And y'all niggas got problems, just watch and see
I'm the kid with the unlaced boots but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze you
If you never was shit, I'mma promise you this, I'mma front page you
I'm a young'n, the first one in, the last one to get to runnin
Unless you tell me the cops comin
Cause I like to feel ashed out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet but my gun got a bad mouth
I'll wake up with the mask out
You know how many chinks and Jews Drag
Done dragged out, on a cash route?
Cause when I walk in, stop the talkin
I don't give a fuck if it's a nigga with a Walkman
I'mma put him in a coffin
Soon as I step in, I'm runnin up on a nigga with the thick lens
Shit, I'm tryin to get the Benz with the thick rims
Double R, soon half of us'll go to jail
The rest studio, 16 bars to post bail
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