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What Ima hit you
You better duck

Im a in a china shop, watch how the uzi spit
Who we with, bros with and they like too legit
I aint got any for your foolishness
Raw from the same place where the sits
He the mofucker always sippin goose and
Stomp a out, Timberland boots and shit
The hand is what 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 that shit
Big gold chains, we was on that
roll with the kids I stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the face so the music shit
The guns command though, Hollywood shit
Yall aware yall on some shit
Let the grow
Yall are scared when I step inside the booth and
Cuttin mofuckers cell roll on some shit
Yall are cowards, only talk on computer shit
This a Haitian ritual, Im on my shit

Find out whos the (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 from inside a
The dictionary definition of
Yall 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 same money that Madonna
never lie, Im surprised that you not with
Rhymes and one tape, record an album in an
You a pile of waste, I see a sucker and
Cutting motherfuckers of, time to
A thousand pounds of force your heart to
Its for you motherfuckers, lock the date
Any bitch I means that Ima copulate
My will be met with Peter Toshs fate
the reason that the God is tryin to populate
I can tell you how the Vodka
The 4.5 you, sent you into outer space