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Nigga always talkin' like they want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the all they want is peace
It's strange how a
turned peace-maker
King Koopa the cocky 'cause I keep paper
And so gangsta, the way the funds stack up
The way I spend it, it get low and it come back up
My niggaz come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and get wrapped up
That tough..nigga will be changin' his
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 clean cock see, the other one gon' watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the gun's
Hate it? Then come 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 red-hand us
Don't have us doin' anything illegal on
Can't grab us, I shoot you the 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 judge and see how free time buy
And if that don't work nigga it matter my
niggaz will show up at the judges and give that a try
The End, yes the is raw
Rewind to the last and all the images you saw
It's gutta, I'm not a gangsta but dawg
I did it to prove that I can rap gangsta better then
It's easy to put some words together and talk about ya
Talk about how you gon' while all ya enemies run
It be the niggaz talkin' in-direct
don't never ever won't plex when standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act dumb nigga the will come
and bring it on, before ya the Kingdom Come