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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 ignore 'em, a poor man
I don't a fuck if I throw my poor fans off

war done entered my brain
And changed me now I'm angry
So a metaphor, fuck hip hop, hip hop sucks
You got, on top swingin' from 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 inside my soul
Uncontrollable temper like The

My wife like my album, it's way too dark for women
She say it sound I hold grudges
She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no aight?
But fuck a party now and like

(What's wrong witchu Every song you killin')
(Every rhyme you is violently put)
Lethal but I have no
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 them lights, I will you
(Something's wrong him)

(Just his pops he don't give a fuck)
(If you like him or not, a major 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', not a flow
is beef, there's a couple street niggaz that got to go

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

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

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

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

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

You can get ideas, compares you thugs
I put out the bub on top of yo' head
This .22 rifle, be shootin' bouncin' bullets
The enter into head and exit out yo' foot

off as soon as my clip turns, you click
And them is lookin' for eyeballs
(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
Fuck yo' life, stripes I will yo' hood
And I ain't never dyin', on wood, whattup 'Los?

(What's wrong witchu nigga? song you killin')
(Every you spit 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 them lights, I will you
(Something's with him)