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

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

Muh Im nice 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,
Imagine Farrakhan, Babylon; Enemy of the state Verse 48,
Im goin in this bitch, Nigga Norman Bates,
And Im done goin hand every notivate,
to get em straight, lemme coordinate,
260 yeah that's right 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 would I ever really been without that soda?
Remember waking up in Granny's to baking odor,
Sat down kitchen table had my meal,
And at that same kitchen table seen my mil,
In that same I seen my first half,
And in that backroom opened my worst half,
A lost so bad it was my worst math,
like the shit you put off in a bird bath,
What cud I say even the realest got got,
What cud I say even the niggas quote Pac,
So it's like he's relaxing,
Quit being shy nigga ask him,