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Why you wanna with me, fam?
I'm tryna live a square life, you wanna up my plan
Under a bus, fucker, throw you under a van
Throw the van in reverse and I'll do it again
Grand theft auto, the man with the sket
Two turntables, a tec that'll touch
thinking that the family sweet
Run up on you'll get beat with hands and feet, nigga
Kimbo Slice and a slice of Jim
Thing go pop and it enter your thin
being humble, I'm better than everybody
Melancholy get hit with a heavy shotty
Dumb don't know how the rules go
Young can't fuck with the Cujo
You bark than you bite
Yeah, I bark, but I'm better I fight
Some of the niggas in the game is friends
If I do a song 'em then the friendship'll end
Spitting the raw, Rugers
That nigga frauds like Jean and broad movers
East niggas, west coast niggas
I eat most with the sket close, nigga
I make you mad you
with Sean Price, that's a bad decision
I was fucked up, from the ash I risen
A lot of fights, almost got in prison
Money on my head, you can ask my
This rap is a actual fact that's
I'll fuck a nigga up, but if cash is
I will a nigga head, call it bad division
I your memory, holmes
Dedicate to Timothy Stone