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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 man talk
I don't give a if I throw my poor fans off

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

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

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 disrespect
But a party now and everybody like

(What's witchu nigga? Every song you killin')
(Every you spit is violently put)
Lethal but I 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 like his pops he give a fuck)
(If you like him or not, a major problem)
I slap yo' ass in church
And apologize to later, punk

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

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

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

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

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

I was taught rhyme the heart, they 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 that I won't smack yo' bitch
'Cause I will clap her if she to be witchu
When I you

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

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

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

(What's wrong witchu nigga? Every you killin')
(Every rhyme you is violently put)
but I have 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 lights, I will kill you
(Something's wrong him)