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What Ima hit you
You motherfuckers better

Im a bull in a china shop, watch how the uzi
Who we with, bros with hammers and they too legit
I got any time for your foolishness
Raw raps from the place where the sits
He the always sippin goose and shit
Stomp a rapper out, boots and shit
The hand is what I give you the with
The hand is where I write all of the ruthless shit
Survival of the fit or my boozy shit
My hands are made of stone cut from that shit
Big gold chains, we was on that
Still roll with the kids I stole the with
I punch you dead in the face so fuck the music
The guns though, Hollywood movie shit
Yall aware yall on some shit
Let the grow
Yall are scared when I step inside the booth and
Cuttin mofuckers cell on some sushi shit
Yall are cowards, only talk on computer shit
a Haitian ritual, Im on my voodoo shit

Find out the realest (Vinnie)
Rock and not
Ima hit you with
You motherfuckers better

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