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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 Koopa the cocky copy-machine 'cause I keep
And it's so gangsta, the way the stack 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 get wrapped up
That tough..nigga will be changin' his
When his souls in a hole and they his chain in a tomb
For the re-came yo explain "Oh, whatever you poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the other one watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
the gun's cocky
Hate it? Then stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not on no candles
But still..I manage to keep the heat in the
Police is to jam us
tryna 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
Throw 50 at the judge and see how free that'll buy
And if that don't nigga it don't 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 gangsta gutta, I'm not a but dawg
I did it to that I can rap gangsta better then y'all
It's easy to put words together and talk about ya guns
Talk about how you gon' blast 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 King will
and bring it on, before ya the Kingdom Come