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Please tell these niggas no hoe in me,
niggas takin all these 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 these niggas theres no hoe in me,
These niggas takin all these but aint 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 them lil got,
keep it 100 till mah fuckin heart stop,
Catch me 200 in mah fuckin hardtop,
I do it for mah sitting in them cell blocks,

Muh fucka Im and I dont mean kind,
See that Im the truth they must be blind,
Deaf, dumb how, either way heres the outcome,
Im up a hundred deep like Malcolm,
Imagine Farrakhan, meets Enemy of the state Verse 48,
Im goin psycho in bitch, Nigga Norman Bates,
And when Im done goin hand notivate,
Time to get em straight, 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 up in Granny's to that baking odor,
Sat kitchen table had my first meal,
And at that same kitchen table seen my mil,
In that same backroom I my first half,
And in that same opened my worst half,
A nigga lost so bad it was my 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 realest quote Pac,
So confident it's he's relaxing,
Quit shy nigga just ask him,