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Nigga always talkin' drama like they this piece
As soon as I see em' in the all they want is peace
strange how a piece-maker
Faker peace-maker
King the cocky copy-machine 'cause I keep paper
And it's so gangsta, the way the funds up
The way I it, it get low and it always come back up
My niggaz come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and you'll get up
That tough..nigga will be his tune
his souls in a hole and they throwin' his chain in a tomb
For the yo explain "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the other one gon' me
Guess the got me
in a sun-toppy
Listen the cocky
it? Then come stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not sleepin' on no
But still..I manage to keep the in the pajamas
is tryin' to jam us
F-E-Dz red-hand us
Don't have us doin' anything illegal on
grab us, I shoot you the police wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my jersey said that I'm in the past
Uh, 10 in my Allen I
Dr. Jay is my
50 at the judge and see how free time that'll buy
And if that don't work nigga it matter my
niggaz will up at the judges house and give that a try
The End, yes the is raw
Rewind to the verse and all the images you saw
gangsta gutta, I'm not a gangsta but dawg
I did it to prove that I can rap better then y'all
It's easy to put some words together and talk about ya
Talk about how you gon' blast all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz talkin'
That don't never ever won't plex when standin'
Look, don't act dumb nigga the will come
and bring it on, before ya labeled the Kingdom