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

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

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

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

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

I was taught from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on lights, I will kill 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 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 shit in my but lint?
This ain't rap no mo', this not a
This is beef, there's a couple street niggaz got to go

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

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

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 have no
With puttin' this gun down and yo' ass up

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

I'm a natural since I wrote Girl
I hope you don't think 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 compares you
I put out the bub on top of yo' head
This .22 rifle, be shootin' bouncin' bullets
The enter into your head and exit out yo'

Ride off as soon as my clip turns, you
And them choppers is lookin' for
(Yeah)
You bring yo' roughest, toughest thug
That's jealous, just tell him to touch me, I will 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, I will shock yo' hood
And I ain't never dyin', knock on wood, 'Los?

(What's wrong witchu nigga? Every 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, will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on lights, I will kill you
(Something's with him)