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Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, UniversalFlipmode, check it outHaMy shit is sicker latteBacking out on niggas up at Jimmy's CafePuerto Rican mamis lookin' like SoleTake 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day(True)Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play(Play)I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday(Day)Just like Scarface, I still punk the J'sI gotta get mine, that's the America way, nowJump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that tripSomethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spitHittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truckAnd flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuckStartin' to lose it, for me that is realer than musicHold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through itEight bars on some next shit, probably don't fitBut that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lipsMy real niggas wildin' up in the spotI know y'all niggas want it what up, what up(Take that nigga)To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with usI know my bitches want it what up, what up(Take that bitches, take that)Weak niggas, motherfuckers, all my bitches(Take that, take that, take that)Thug niggas, east coast, west coast(Take that, take that, take that)Dirty south well if you want it (Take that, take that)Gangsta niggaI lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know ofYou don't want it, I push 'em daughterI told you once I'm grippin' the autoI tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a VolvoIt's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your backAnd for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they assWord, if I catch your ass sleepin' get clappedLike some applause, I can't afford weak linksI'm too strong, niggas are meekIn a heartbeat I spark the heatWho wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meatTurn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'Executioner style, brains on the pavementNigga face it, you thought I live a basementThought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarceratedI'm too slick, FBI suck a dickYour son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitchMy real niggas wildin' up in the spotI know y'all niggas want it what up, what up(Take that nigga)To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with usI know my bitches want it what up, what up(Take that bitches, take that)Weak niggas, motherfuckers, all my bitches(Take that, take that, take that)Thug niggas, east coast, west coast(Take that, take that, take that)Dirty south well if you want it (Take that, take that)Yeah, with my rhymes hittin'I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimyThan the Lucy with some Chinese chickenNow your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blisterLookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty flippersIn my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'emUnderground swingin' to the MastersTigers Woods liked the goods, tried to turn a new leafJust can't fight the hoodNa-na, na-na-na-na, na-naNow let me rip it right, will hit y'all with theBig, gigantic, over-sized, BladowIt's so amazing how we stuff shit upHow we blaze it, and we fuck shit upLike when the bitch give me headAnd I bust and she suck shit upLike a motherfuckin' suctioncupSo turn this motherfuckin' truck shit upWhile I be spillin' this shit with no remorseSee how we killin' this shitMy real niggas wildin' up in the spotI know y'all niggas want it what up, what up(Take that nigga)To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with usI know my bitches want it what up, what up(Take that bitches, take that)Weak niggas, motherfuckers, all my bitches(Take that, take that, take that)Thug niggas, east coast, west coast(Take that, take that, take that)Dirty south well if you want it(Take that, take that) |