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Please tell niggas theres no hoe in me,
These niggas takin all shots but aint no holes in me,
So what you shootin at niggas you aint hit yet,
Jus check my black tee and it still wet --
Please tell niggas theres no hoe in me,
niggas takin 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 it 100 till mah fuckin heart stop,
me doin 200 in mah fuckin hardtop,
I do it for mah niggas in them cell blocks,

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

What would I ever been without that baking soda?
Remember waking up in Granny's to that odor,
Sat down table had my first meal,
And at that same table seen my first mil,
In that same backroom I my first half,
And in same backroom opened my worst half,
A lost 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,
What cud I say even the realest niggas Pac,
So confident it's he's relaxing,
Quit being shy nigga ask him,