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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 if I throw my poor fans off

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

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

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

(What's wrong witchu nigga? Every you killin')
(Every rhyme you is violently put)
Lethal but I have no
puttin' this gun down 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)

(Just like his he don't give a fuck)
(If you like him or not, a major problem)
I slap 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', this not a
This is beef, there's a couple street that got to go

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

of you hoes, I will slap snot side ways
Outta ya nose,
(Partnah)
I know we got but I will still show 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 witchu nigga? Every song you killin')
(Every you spit is violently put)
Lethal but I have no
puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up

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

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

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

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

I knock his ass out
And if I beat him I will 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)
Lethal but I have no
With puttin' this gun down and yo' ass up

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