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And now, the tale from the
I got to remind y'all niggas what the is all about
about this, anywhere from forty-eight and up
Straight, you me? Fifty fifty

Aiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat,
If I can't live, you can't live, ain't sweet
ass niggas think it's all about Versace
A week later niggas talkin' about, Yo, X got me

I thought he was my man but he act like he know me
I knew he had the joint but I didn't wanna make him me
That nigga be buggin', stickin' up and random
his dirt and disappearin' like the Phantom

Niggas stand him but ask me if I care
'Cuz what I used to give a fuck just ain't there
And ain't nothin' fair, I this for a long time
That's why with wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme

And mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had
And I shouldn't have even done it, what made this shit sad
I'm bad but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it
And if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to it

And that's how real it gets when this hits the fan
You still tryin' to get the man, first up with the man
Then we see what'chu made of
If your shit ain't pumpin' Kool-Aid, what you of?

The monster under the bed, ya with four slugs to the head
Or ya babies' mother for a month, found dead
Worms comin' places you stuck ya dick in
got the bitch covered and the smells sick'nin'

Plastic don't hide the smell for too long, I do
And so I don't have nightmares I about it, move on
Keep gettin' my groove on 'cuz that shit could with'chu
dwellin' on it and it's gonna get stuck with you

Niggas try their with you 'cuz they smell ass
And money, if you pussy, I'm gonna be to tell fast
Some cop I'm about to smack across the face in this
I'm on a spree and ain't no stoppin' me

On this real, that's why a nigga writin'
'Cuz kid this shit is real, you think we play fightin'?
You of saw som'thin' funny or never saw som'thin' bloody
Or you don't know, I'll it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy

Like puddy, when I hold you niggas, I you niggas
I done told you niggas that I been you niggas
For that shit you did you wasn't built for
Shit, I guess you didn't know you do get for

I done filled niggas up with the extended
It's like I blew joint down with the extended rip
Or that non-stop the bomb drops
I'ma take it from you at and then end up on ya moms' block

From here to Comstock, niggas gettin' bust
Cell last night from lock out just died
no where to hide, ain't no wear to run
What more can they do to a man that been done?

A mind is a thing to waste
Especially if it's all over the place, your mind all over his
How do brains when they mixed with gun powder?
Semi to fully makes the gun louder

I got som'thin' to fix when I kicks game
'Cuz I'ma float off more tracks than they train
You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to
You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth,