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What Ima hit you
You better duck

Im a bull in a china shop, how the uzi spit
Who we with, with hammers and they like too legit
I aint got any for your foolishness
Raw raps from the place where the sits
He the mofucker always sippin goose and
Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and
The left hand is I give you the with
The right hand is where I write all of the ruthless
of the fit or my little boozy shit
My hands are made of stone cut from Madusa shit
Big gold chains, we was on that
roll with the kids I stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the so fuck the music shit
The guns command though, Hollywood movie
Yall aware on some Lollapalooza shit
Let the grow
Yall are when I step inside the booth and shit
Cuttin mofuckers cell roll on some sushi
Yall are cowards, yallll talk on computer shit
This a ritual, Im on my voodoo shit

out whos the realest (Vinnie)
Rock and not
Ima hit you with
You better duck

Death before dishonor, [?] yall are fake
I let the 4.5 blocka while I was [?]
Dead Sea overlook the view inside a grave
The dictionary of dominate
weak Germantown
Fat bull, but my never out of shape
You a bitch, security guard the gates
The Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
Im tryin to make the money that Madonna make
Eyes never lie, Im surprised that you not
and one tape, record an album in an hours
You a of waste, I see a sucker and salivate
Cutting of, time to consolidate
A thousand pounds of weightll force your to
Its for you motherfuckers, lock the date
Any bitch I meet means Ima copulate
My revolution will be met with Peter fate
the reason that the God is tryin to populate
I can tell you how the taste
The 4.5 lift you, sent you into space