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Haven't you
platinum makes the swerve
Nature, like Magic & Bird
call a timeout, make a sub
ya rhyme out, and rip it up
rip it up!

I hands wit many killas
did it for fun
it's like a rush the way it
to make the run
brag abotu it
and the pain
to see a young brother getting snatched from his frame
its ways to do it
anger plays a major
when its its done
don't try to ya soul
you'll be amazed how police learn the businss
to run young blood
you done burned ya
a nervous
makin ya collect
confessing ta
a man of
now a
scorned by the
for being
he one of his own
it's fucked up but he product
no can do, he got
I watched'em as he tried to out
but he never got a to
just a little man, his bite than his bark
yo he thought he had a name ti; tested his heart
lossed stripes in the
at and sleep at the same time
I ta send'em ta stores and make'em rhyme
had a on the way
weed all day
thunwas
didn't the heat would freeze'em
I to tell'em
correct'em convicted felons
by the time he
it's to late, a slug his melon
seen'em spralled out from the fourth
in the of an eye
it was the killa walked off!

2x

A yo we thugged out, wit ILLWILL on some city
keeping it real, ya niggas on that pretty shit
what the wit?
know I only smoke a wit
lamma
and got a bitch in
and every time I her, yo it's on camera
and I'm the freak type, get head and lay meat
y'all burned bridges
I coulda had tight
a yo I spit this, tellin' y'all to live wit
I had you in the bank
now you ya rank
you should blame ya'self
ya today
you me
to have to do it homey
we used to be
now like you don't know me
all jealously shit
stupidity
had me on some foul shit
diggin' in
now I'm 98
my niggas still fun
if i ain't fuckin' wit Nate, I'm fucking wit
1 rule of the game
don't no one
them weak niggas
yo you know if trick
in ya face, tellin'
they lie on they dick
while I get
live like a cookin tape
like that old school shit he used to make
yo from Kansas ta San
niggas me at the club
but i never
play the bar
niggas watchin' me, I'm like a
I won't take
the hair on my chest
that's happen
you drinkin' rade, henney and stress
drink my away. right away
up ya Guess
yo me and Nate
we two of the best!

I got the whole
the and glitz
my upon the walk of fame
behing Frank Sinatra
it na da
but one for the win
y'all to stop frontin'
like y'all big dollar
fraudulent I stay calling ya bluff
friction
calling ya chickens, for a buff
up to some Lou Rawls shit
it a game, you was hot
but you it
ya methods
renevate quick to save the
ya mic's up
but y'all ain't connected
it ain't my ya niggas came defective
I'm the at rap
of pessemis
shots more than Petrovic
my shit drop
y'all better check for it
ya gotta love it, the way I'm at you
in the purest
the wars on, you thought we would
well than ya wrong!