| You know what the days of talkin is over
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| It ain’t too much mo' we can say
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| To try to get these, different individuals
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| Or motherfuckers as I like to call 'em
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| To just, shut the fuck up
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| Let’s go
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| You witnessed the ass whoopin, bones got broke
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| When the .50-cal blast, couldn’t last through the smoke
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| As you choke, pay attention, bear winess to this motherfucker twitchin
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| You excited cause none of the bullets hit you, they missed you
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| And we ain’t trippin, wasn’t after you
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| But you PISSED, just like a bitch when niggas laughed at you
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| Now you agitated a little bit, actin just like a little bitch
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| I figured that you would surface and knew you happened to manage to pop shit
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| Sayin «Trick that, Trick this»
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| When the balls that you had left when I popped him
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| You shoulda died with him, body and soul coulda burned
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| I’ma keep killin these bitches 'til everybody learn
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| Fuck time, and it’s time these fuckers just start dyin
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| I ain’t sayin this for sake of this rhyme, and I ain’t LYIN
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| I’m man enough to say it and mean it, niggas can be gone
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| I’ma do another verse but it ain’t much more I can SPEAK on!
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| There’s nothin more these words can say (can say)
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| This hard-headed motherfucker just won’t let it lay (let it lay)
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| So say a prayer for this player cause he’s goin to his grave (to his grave)
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| So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way (my way)
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| Let me show you how I started as a starvin artist
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| This is Proof with the truth regardless of all this (for real)
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| As my CEO and best friend of the essence
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| Of why nobody in Detroit wan' test him (huh?)
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| Lesson learned, flesh get burned
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| Tecs in turn, a scar harder than a press and burn
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| Everlast the beef is over, you can sleep this over
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| Clique been filled the streets with soldiers
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| Includin me, I move and creep with uzi fleets
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| That choose to lead, I’ll put your dudes to sleep
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| Who is he? |
| (Trick!) Trick, no treat
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| That street life, AK that still’ll lift your feet (blaow!)
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| The rest of these niggas is comical, I’mma go abominable
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| Split like a domino, rhymin' pro
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| Shine without a diamond, go Geronimo to any man with balls
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| Murder you bitches, still screamin' «FUCK the law!»
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| There’s nothin more these words can say (can say)
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| This hard-headed motherfucker just won’t let it lay (let it lay)
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| So say a prayer for this player cause he’s goin to his grave (to his grave)
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| So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way (my way)
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| Since talkin; |
| about it is considered as conversation
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| Then I’m more than happy to be the sponsor of demonstrations
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| From beatin' these cases to bustin' in faces and bustin' these K’s
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| Niggas gon' act like they don’t wanna act right
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| Fuck that! |
| Had to begin settin the trend
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| Of organizin a mob, and bringin it to an end
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| The levels of toleration’ll cease, for givin passes
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| That’s why my reputation precedes for beatin asses
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| Entertainers, they take it as a joke and they tend to provoke
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| An up-and-comin undergrad; |
| motherfuckers got me mad
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| Fuck it, I’mma give it to 'em if you really gon' do 'em
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| If this motherfucker even BLINKS, put a clip into him
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| Don’t even think of negotiatin a treaty
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| The reason most of these niggas is hatin is cause they greedy
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| Uncovered another man’s SHIT, now that’s a real bitch
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| Now the NEXT motherfucker gon' DIE, that’s IT!
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| There’s nothin more these words can say (can say)
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| This hard-headed motherfucker just won’t let it lay (let it lay)
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| So say a prayer for this player cause he’s goin to his grave (to his grave)
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| So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way (my way)
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| Kill one of you bitches |