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

Aiyyo, I to hear the beat so I can eat, aight?
If I can't live, you can't live, nothin' sweet
Bitch ass niggas it's all about Versace
A week later them 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 make him show me
That nigga be buggin', stickin' cats up and
Doin' his dirt and disappearin' the Phantom

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

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

And that's how real it when this shit hits the fan
You still tryin' to get the man, catch up with the man
we gon' see what'chu made of
If your shit pumpin' Kool-Aid, what you afraid of?

The monster under the bed, fill ya four slugs to the head
Or ya babies' mother for a month, found dead
Worms comin' from you stuck ya dick in
Maggots got the 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 forget it, move on
Keep gettin' my groove on 'cuz that shit could fuck
Keep dwellin' on it and it's gonna get stuck you

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

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

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

I done filled niggas up the extended clip
It's like I blew this joint down the extended rip
Or that when the bomb drops
I'ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya block

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

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

I got to fix pain when I kicks game
'Cuz I'ma float off more than they sixth train
You to get flamed, from ash to ashes to dirt
You gon' go with the dough that your was worth, motherfucker