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Please tell these theres no hoe in me,
These niggas all these shots but aint no holes in me,
So what you at niggas you aint hit shit yet,
Jus check my black tee and it still wet --
Please these niggas theres no hoe in me,
niggas takin all these shots but aint no holes in me,
So what you shootin at you aint hit shit yet,
be aiming at mah head, Im top down on ya set!

Bring em and them lil niggas got,
Imma keep it 100 mah fuckin heart stop,
Catch me doin 200 in mah hardtop,
I do it for mah sitting in them cell blocks,

Muh fucka Im and I dont mean kind,
See that Im the truth then they be blind,
Deaf, dumb either how, either way the outcome,
Im showin up a hundred deep Malcolm,
Farrakhan, meets Babylon; Enemy of the state Verse 48,
Im psycho in this bitch, Nigga Norman Bates,
And when Im goin hand every notivate,
Time to get em straight, coordinate,
260 yeah right about a quarter cake,
Say that is over, yeah tha weight is over,
Id really hate to be the one to say I fuckin ya,

What would I ever been without that baking soda?
Remember waking up in to that baking odor,
Sat kitchen table had my first meal,
And at that same table seen my first mil,
In that same I seen my first half,
And in that backroom opened my worst half,
A nigga so bad it was my worst math,
Look the shit you put off in a bird bath,
What cud I say the realest niggas got got,
cud I say even the realest niggas quote Pac,
So confident it's he's relaxing,
Quit shy nigga just ask him,