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

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

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

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