Say K, are we lay up back? Kick this bitch raw, you me Like some of ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
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What niggas wanna do, how y'all gon' do it? Check, check one, kick shit raw Y'all me
They say that's the nigga, that's the That's the nigga, the nigga the nigga, that's the nigga That's the nigga, that's the
Turn your hands towards ass an' say bye bye the South side, South side, puff ya ya ya Nothin' but the ya snatchin', champion, cheap rhyme busters the day I die
I say I lie Bitch, I'll be fuckin' on grave singin', Ay la ba I throw 'em off, I'm two from coo coo I swoosh through your fruit loops, poo poo in your
Y'all niggas remember what happened to mosquito Tweeter tweeter, the MC, the I be [Incomprehensible] Stop water, turn off your gas, cut off your lights Move you out, cut your grass, watch kids, fuck your wife
Like a bacon, egg an' sandwich, I'm good Mmm, like syrup on the biscuit an' orange [Incomprehensible] Come an' let me take you by the hand an' ya I'm the thief in the night that slide your off ya
where ya steppin', I'm a verbal weapon Bring more pain then when Wayne came on old westerns What is the fuckin' meanin'? I come in this bitch without leavin', this bitch that we leanin'
been like that since way back I used to rock eight tracks I rocked eight decks Concepts goin', stay fat, concerts goin', packed Ownership's goin', stay black, nigga, this is
I scrape ya crawlin' to establishment Now I'm Country Club livin' from the scribble, scrabblin' my Proper, proper droppin' decent Y'all niggas is as up as Santa Clause for Easter
I'm a keep comin' as as KLC keep drummin' An' the only way to stop me is call the for me Fuck them people, I'll over you if I have to That's the nigga, that's bastard
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I'm nigga, I'm that the nigga I'm that nigga, I'm the nigga I'm that nigga, I'm the nigga I'm that nigga, I'm the nigga
Who with that say they can't sell, boy? They from third ward, I'm from ward For y'all The guitars on boys an' get down an' go off
All get high when they ride to my words They mine an' they high I'm live in concert Fuck who you bringin', just no show [Incomprehensible] I don't nine or ten pack Of rappin' with me, I'm independent
Make frontin', niggas lose their stomach They their clout, they lose their cool An' after I come in this bitch, they their woman Ghetto Fabulous an' big mansions an' fine fabrics Like a man, my money an' my come automatic
You don't wanna with a hardcore rhyme fanatic Full dead at it, vocabulary acrobatic That's him, that's that the man, that's the nigga, that's that bastard
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