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Nigga always talkin' drama like want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the streets all they is peace
It's how a piece-maker
turned peace-maker
King the cocky 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 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 be changin' his tune
When his in a hole and they throwin' his chain in a tomb
For the re-came yo "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the other one gon' me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the gun's
it? Then come stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not on no candles
But still..I manage to the heat in the pajamas
Police is to jam us
F-E-Dz red-hand us
Don't have us doin' anything on cameras
Can't grab us, I you the police wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my jersey said that I'm back in the
Uh, 10 years in my I
Dr. Jay is my
Throw 50 at the judge and see how free 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 last and all the images you saw
gangsta gutta, I'm not a gangsta but dawg
I did it to prove that I can rap gangsta then y'all
It's easy to put some together and talk about ya guns
Talk about how you gon' blast all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz in-direct
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