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Nigga always drama like they want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the all they want is peace
strange how a piece-maker
Faker turned
King Koopa the copy-machine 'cause I keep paper
And it's so gangsta, the way the stack up
The way I spend it, it get low and it always come up
My niggaz come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and you'll get up
tough..nigga will be changin' his tune
When his souls in a hole and they his chain in a tomb
For the yo explain "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of them clean see, the other one gon' watch me
Guess the got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the cocky
it? Then come stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not sleepin' on no
But still..I manage to keep the heat in the
is tryin' to jam us
F-E-Dz tryna us
Don't have us doin' anything illegal on
grab us, I shoot you the police wouldn't ask
whether I did it my jersey said that 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 don't work nigga it don't my
niggaz will show up at the 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 I can rap gangsta better then y'all
It's easy to put some words and talk about ya guns
Talk about how you blast while all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz talkin'
That don't never ever plex when standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act dumb nigga the will come
and bring it on, before ya labeled the Come