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Uhh, yeah, my conference with Los and Kino consists of
(Nigga, tone it down, way too much killin')
Of course I ignore 'em, a poor man
I don't give a fuck if I throw my poor off

Pathetic war entered my brain
And permanently changed me now I'm
So fuck a metaphor, fuck hip hop, hip hop
You got, niggaz on top swingin' 2Pac's nuts

It's like, I go in the lab and try to write
Somethin' that's nice or
But I will be back my scripture's in the dark
Deep rooted soldier my soul
temper like The Hulk's

My wife don't like my album, way too dark for women
She say it sound like I hold
She listen to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight?
But fuck a now and everybody like

(What's wrong nigga? Every song you killin')
(Every rhyme you is violently put)
but I have no problem
With puttin' this gun down and yo' ass up

I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will you
(Something's wrong him)

(Just like his pops he don't a fuck)
(If you like him or not, he's a problem)
I slap yo' ass in church
And apologize to Jesus later,

Why am I hot and you not and why is you
And why I ain't got shit in my but lint?
This ain't rap no mo', not a flow
This is beef, there's a couple niggaz that got to go

My name is Nickel, I'm from the
(Yeah)
It's only a ten minute drive to and get you
(Yeah)

Tired of you hoes, I will slap snot side
Outta ya nose,
(Partnah)
I we got drama but I will still show up
At your funeral and hug yo' ass momma

Everybody wanna why the flow is so bad
(Why is you so mad?)
Everybody

(What's wrong nigga? Every song you killin')
(Every rhyme you spit is put)
but I have no problem
With puttin' this gun down and yo' ass up

I was taught rhyme from the heart, will feel you
I the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you
(Something's with him)

I'm a natural since I wrote Black
I hope that you don't think that I won't smack yo'
'Cause I will her if she happen to be witchu
When I you

You can get ideas, nobody compares you
I put out the bub on top of yo' head
This .22 rifle, be shootin' them bouncin'
The enter your head and exit out yo' foot

off as soon as my clip turns, you click
And them choppers is lookin' for
(Yeah)
You bring yo' roughest, toughest thug
That's jealous, just tell him to touch me, I fuck him up

I knock his ass out
And if I can't him I will grab my heater and pop his ass
Fuck yo' life, stripes I will yo' hood
And I ain't dyin', knock on wood, whattup 'Los?

(What's wrong witchu nigga? song you killin')
(Every you spit is violently put)
Lethal but I have no
With puttin' this gun down and yo' ass up

I was taught rhyme the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will you
(Something's wrong him)