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

Pathetic war done entered my
And permanently 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 could go in the lab and try to
that's nice or bright
But I will be holdin' my scripture's in the dark
Deep soldier inside my soul
Uncontrollable temper like The

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

(What's wrong nigga? 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 taught rhyme from the heart, they will you
I the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you
(Something's with him)

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

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

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

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

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

(What's wrong witchu nigga? song you killin')
(Every rhyme you spit is 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 wrong him)

I'm a natural since I Black Girl
I hope that you don't think I won't smack yo' bitch
'Cause I will 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 them bouncin' bullets
The enter your head and exit out yo' foot

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

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

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