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Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is,

And I am alongside,

Shit feel good nigga, what the y'all want

Let me on some bitches, with this bully foot rap

Now, every time I give shit that
Blow up the spot, what you got
And bless and execute plots
to Extinction Level Event these wack niggaz offa this block
Me and Tha Alkaholiks a drinkwatchin y'all niggaz get sick
Holdin ya stomachs 'til you in the sink
The type of dude I never put in my you funny
And you be sittin with your legs crossed like a bitch
I be the foul mouth to toast y'all, so alled
Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float the coast y'all
This very moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't up in our circle cause we don'tone it
We to microphone it, perhaps
we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw sewage
And for the last thing that make clear
That when we present your step when you be comin' here

Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got)
Shit for the and the South and the West coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To make ya duck (said get nigga what) You know

To in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)

This world's to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me
I fall down and just rebound like Charles
Hoes be like all he wanna do is me
Bitch you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey
Her boyfriend Smokey said he was smoke me
Her daddy loc he tried to beat me and choke me
And she still want me, blowin up my Noki'
Tryin to me to fall for okey-dokey
Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't shit
I'm just spittin liquid in the of the pit
Turn it up a bit, it up and hit the bomb
I'm than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the prom
Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, don
Bust rounds with Rhymes, then I roll up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who on these mics

Blow up the spot (fuck you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the and the West coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To make ya duck (said get down what) You know

To bounce in the (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)

We out for justice so bust it's Busta and the Alkies
Niggaz wanna know the but they just can't get it out me
So they talk that shit about me but to me that's not
They pop that shit across the room while I another shot
I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and composure
Close my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this party
I still got that flare so just stare over there
I'm so accurate with guns I put parts in niggaz hair
So I declare war Tha Liks, we fierce
The be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors like
QuotTha Liks is veterans straight from California
We ain't give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us quotlike
{RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just like a Dragon
Taggin Tash up on the wall while my pants is
Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the
The quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit bud

Blow up the spot (fuck you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the South and the West
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To make ya duck (said get nigga what) You know

To in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)