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

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

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

My wife don't 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 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 taught from the heart, they will feel 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 apologize to later, punk

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

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

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

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

(What's wrong nigga? Every song you killin')
(Every you spit is violently put)
Lethal but I have no
With puttin' this gun 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 with him)

I'm a natural since I wrote Girl
I hope that you don't think that I won't yo' bitch
'Cause I will her if she happen to be witchu
I kill you

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

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

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

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

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