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so many rappers in love
On the
so many fake ass thugs
On the

Listen up
This is one o, to all these niggas
On the radio to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G
Talkin' all the shit just to please a Biz-Nitch

And of all is street
And know the mode
It's this, fuck a bitch
And that's the G

We to sell raw kill and give toe tag
Now ever since rappers waving white flags
But me I keeps it gutter, just like
I'mma so I stay prepared for war

Ain't wrong wit spoilin' a bitch
if you got it
Her you, you fuckin' her
Gettin' freaky and

But if it ruff, it ain't me
And I refuse to R-A-P, in R and B
You went from to pop
to be on top
I give Cool J his props and thats it stops
Gang Nigga

There's so many rappers in
On the
There's so many fake ass
On the

There's so many in love
On the
There's so many ass thugs
On the

The pussy cream
niggas ain't simpin', oh no
I'm sick of niggas, trick
Throw my in a ditch, nigga
'Cause all I hear is niggas

Fake ass R&B in hot as sweaters
Wit shit messages and tite ass vests
Fuck hip hop, y'all call it simp hop
Sock that bitch in the of her head and take the cock

Hoe shut up, I'm bout to load the up
And if I hear another nigga in love I'm up
Load it up, the gun up
I'm fed up, cause wit wimp bitch men
I'mma you snuff heads up

Soft get the gay channel
I slap an R and B thug off his mothafuckin' piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the
Theres too many ass thugs, too many rappers in love
stiff pussys

There's so rappers in love
On the
There's so many ass thugs
On the

There's so rappers in love
On the
There's so many ass thugs
On the

You to be hardcore
What the fuck you lookin' for nigga
Standin' on the golf
Wit yo golf club
Get off drugs, is turnin' niggas into soft thugs

Wit all these promises, straight
Bitches yo mama live
I know what it is
I'm the game lord, here to you
For to every bitch that your runnin' to

show every hoe how fly you are
You's a mothafuckin' if you buy the bar
I'm buyin' two drinks, fuck you
Both of 'em mine, what chu

I gets full of liquor, and pound a
You gets drunk nigga, up wit her
Drivin' yo shit, like her shit
Under the surface, you her bitch
Make a nigga sick to his

There's so many in love
On the
There's so many fake ass
On the

There's so many in love
On the
so many fake ass thugs
On the

Hey baby, I used to be a gangster
But now, I like flowers
I love birds in the park
I love long walks in the park

I love you
I love yo kids
I love, I just poetry
I you