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

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

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

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

(What's wrong witchu nigga? song you killin')
(Every you spit is violently put)
Lethal but I no problem
puttin' this 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 kill you
(Something's wrong him)

(Just like his he don't give a fuck)
(If you like him or not, a major problem)
I will slap yo' ass in
And apologize to later, punk

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a natural since I Black Girl
I hope that you don't think that I won't smack yo'
'Cause I clap her if she happen to be witchu
I kill 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 your head and exit out yo' foot

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

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

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

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