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Nigga always talkin' drama like they want piece
As soon as I see em' in the streets all they want is
It's how a piece-maker
turned peace-maker
King Koopa the copy-machine 'cause I keep paper
And so gangsta, the way the funds stack up
The way I it, it get low and it always come back up
My niggaz will back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and get wrapped up
That tough..nigga be changin' his tune
When his souls in a and they throwin' his chain in a tomb
For the re-came yo explain "Oh, whatever you poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the one gon' watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the cocky
Hate it? come stop me
Sleepin' the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I to keep the heat in the pajamas
Police is to jam us
F-E-Dz tryna us
Don't have us anything illegal on cameras
Can't us, I shoot you the police wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my jersey said I'm back in the past
Uh, 10 in my Allen I
Dr. Jay is my
Throw 50 at the and see how free time that'll buy
And if that work nigga it don't matter my
will show up at the judges house and give that a try
The End, yes the is raw
Rewind to the last verse and all the you saw
It's gangsta gutta, I'm not a but dawg
I did it to prove that I can rap gangsta better then
It's to put some words together and talk about ya guns
Talk about how you blast while all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz talkin'
That don't ever won't plex when standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act nigga the King will come
and bring it on, before ya labeled the Kingdom