| Just cause you got machine gun
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| Front yo name you not no killa
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| Just cause you rap bout this and that
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| Don’t mean that you no hitta
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| Man I’m the one that yall rappin about
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| The one that ya cappin about
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| The one that be actually out in the field
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| With them choppas and macs
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| Who be out, you dont know
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| Better ask around
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| But back to these bars
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| The only cali that I fuck with is
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| I piss on yo head and I hop in the Charger
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| Fuck on yo bitch and I don’t say sorry
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| Come to my city this shit could get gnarly
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| Yall was in skateboard land
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| I was on Lakeshore Drive
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| In a straight doin way more crime
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| In a cell doin way more time
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| You ain’t never really feel my grind
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| Six year and I’m still unsigned
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| More then than them off a pill on the nine
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| I ain’t never really feel yall rhymes
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| I can tell you fake by your eyes
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| I been to Ohio it’s nothin but gangstas
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| Which hood you from which one was you claimin
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| You sound like a straight faggot when you sing
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| Might need a straight jacket so I’m swangin
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| Ain’t too many like me I’m in danger |
| Makin us look bad yous a wanksta
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| Knife in my book bag I shank ya
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| Gimme ya fan base ima thank ya
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| Then ima take a visit to my banker
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| Gun on my hip I got one on my ankle
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| Don’t play with nobody that rockin the anchor
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| You pussy ass boy
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| Talk like a felon but look like an Ellen
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| Never did trap what the fuck was you sellin
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| Ever got jammed and I bet you was tellin
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| You mufuckas kill me the way that you dressin
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| These backstreet boys gettin aggresive
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| Not really into the bars and similes
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| . |
| like silly string
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| Bullets touch you and I bet that you feel em
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| Im a scammer, real trapper, kidknapper
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| We come snatch you we got ratchets
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| Choppa bullets in the FN it’s plastic
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| Been in the streets thuggin fuck all this rap shit
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| Stop all the mean muggin
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| That get you whacked quick
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| Feel like A.I. |
| I don’t need no practice
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| Runnin laps round these
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| Pussy ass rappers they actin
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| I be really in the kitchen
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| Wrappin up them baggies
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| Powder on me from the xanies
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| Whip a baby like nanny
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| I don’t give a fuck what you talkin bout
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| You just need to drop an addy |
| Pull up on ya like pronto
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| Rap demon head honcho
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| I don’t really think you want smoke
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| Paint ya face like Picasso |