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[1] - can happen [8x]
[kon Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo That's right motherfuckers we Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on say I act like I'm too famous to say hi And tell 'em what my name is but I'm still nameless... You niggas get it yet do you out platinum or flop I still put it through you Wit a luger spit fire And hit higher than a pitch by a like mariah You think for one since we got a deal That we won't deal wit you in front of st andrew's You gay better learn that I stop until I see 'em turn back If you slow that roll you got You gon see these Runyon Ave. niggas that need some prozac Fo' that, ask the others But gator lay you down next to your mother's grandmother
You know I'm feelin rowdy tonight Ready to fight and the niggas I give dap to I don't even like The same cat who gave a damn about your name I gives a fuck about it like the next sellin clippers' I you in ways you couldn't even fathom You and your madame, it's really how I have 'em Who theyself screamin about a challenge Nigga we got a gift while you barely it off mere talent My skills are deeply even your hoe said it She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow In the middle of rappin I the mic And have a stare down and in the crowd and start scrappin and kon artis my nigga we get it crackin While the pick you up we on the side laughin
[hook: 1- in artis] Now this ain't funny so don't you dare Shit can in him and yo' ass You can be touched don't you can't 'cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more man
mcvay] The feds hold me, I hold feds I was wit a dark ass cloud over my head Rainin acid, you can't refrain from gettin yo' ass 'cause you talk too you ask for it I'm on massive shit, everybody ignore me They wouldn't fuck me if I was performin at an orgy These niggas get confronted, then change stories I touch you then they thinkin everything is dory I even have you pour me the for me up slowly, cocktailin' your homie [crash] You met alotta niggas which you wouldn't wanna me Yo' ass might not even make it home wit rollie Don't even try, in your system e coli Tryin to beef with me, nigga yo' people die I'm so wicked that my gave birth illegally I survived the immediately, surprise! aaaaah!
Picture me sittin in a cell rottin Or barricaded in a wit twelve shotguns So when the cops come knockin each got one Cocked, ready to dump heavy as shotputs One man army, can't harm me Young and army, worse than my uncle Ever I got my first gun pulled on me I can't stop carryin out my laundry Middle fingers and censorship Your just flipped over the swift penmanship Ever since I some shit on infinite I been givin it a and ten percent 'cause when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on Eighty percent of what I is innocent percent is from being hungry as sin Ten's because I love being under your Yeah can happen, so stick to rappin Quit the yappin or i'ma lift the and That can lead to another mishap Skip the crap get the can of crackin
[1- continues in It can and it (nigga) Fuck around with and you die Insanity spills from the mentality of motherfuckers in six different bodies With their personalities Fuckin you up wit hit hit Stickin you up with clip clip Makin you suck after dick Dirty dozen The kon artis, motherfuckin peter s. bizarre, swifty mcvay, the Dirty father harry Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get All you of you motherfuckers suck our cocks We are not playin, we are not We are not bullshittin, is not a motherfuckin joke...