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

Pathetic war done entered my
And changed me now I'm angry
So fuck a metaphor, hip hop, hip hop sucks
You got, niggaz on top from 2Pac's nuts

like, I could go in the lab and try to write
Somethin' that's or bright
But I will be holdin' back my in the dark
rooted soldier inside my soul
Uncontrollable like The Hulk's

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

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

I was rhyme from the heart, they will feel 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 will 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 in my pocket but lint?
This ain't rap no mo', this not a
This is beef, there's a couple street niggaz got to go

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

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

Everybody know why the flow is so bad
(Why is you so mad?)
askin'

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

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

I'm a natural since I Black Girl
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, compares you thugs
I will put out the bub on top of yo'
This .22 rifle, be shootin' them bullets
The enter into your head and out yo' foot

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

I will his ass out
And if I can't beat him I grab my heater and pop his ass
yo' life, stripes I will shock yo' hood
And I ain't never dyin', knock on wood, whattup

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

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