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

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

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

What I ever really been without that baking soda?
Remember waking up in Granny's to that odor,
Sat down kitchen had my first meal,
And at that same kitchen table my first mil,
In that same backroom I my first half,
And in that same backroom opened my half,
A nigga lost so bad it was my 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 realest quote Pac,
So confident it's he's relaxing,
Quit being shy nigga ask him,