| I’m the same kid that tried to murder your brother
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| Now I’m on the motherfucking murderdog cover
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| Act like a non believer go head
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| Act like you ain’t read about a nigga in the don diva
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| It wasn’t for my rhymes neither
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| It was about how I cock the gat shot a cat back in nine fever
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| Why the source gave me rhyme of the month
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| When I should have got the rhyme of modern day time
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| Fuck these niggas
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| I could be richer than Phil Drummond and still bumming
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| And I know the difference between a bitch and a real woman
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| Niggas stay up 25 hours a night
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| Any coward could write
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| They bark but they bite don’t devour the mic
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| I am the wildest in sight
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| Been in the pen so I can tell you how it was like
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| I done seen bloods faces pouring it out
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| Six in the morning CO’s yelling all in account
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| Now fuck that this not what the song is about
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| This is about you weak rap niggas that’s out
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| And ya’ll bitches in the crowd that wouldn’t give us no rivul
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| When my shit pop I ain’t gon give you no jizzle
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| Nothing but fuck yous and bad criticism
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| Obama is the pres but I voted for «? |
| «I'm the meaning of lyricism
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| If it’s somebody that feel different
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| Give him my digits
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| Tell him to hit’em
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| He can call me on the late night or early in the morn
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| And that’s my word born we gon get it on
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| And I don’t care if we don’t get along
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| Cause ya’ll niggas is cum
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| Ya’ll niggas just ain’t that strong
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| I’m showing off with static it ain’t only just now
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| I don’t smoke cigs but I’ll give you a bust down
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| Creep by wherever you hang and bust rounds
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| You gone hear the sound of the pound now
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| Thou shall not fuck with nor say B.I.G. |
| rhyme
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| If you ain’t one of the sean’s the shits corn
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| Moving right along my name Saigon
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| The future of rap faggot the next icon
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| If I could just keep that gun in the house
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| Or for five fucking minutes stop running my mouth
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| Shit I’ll be alright niggas ain’t tight
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| They don’t write the kind of rhymes that I write
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| Right right I’m lyrically five mic material
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| Nigga you love the rizzle
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| And I like to give it to you
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| So let’s make things nice and clear
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| I’m shitting on the whole game twice a year
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| And they scared bitch |