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Please tell these niggas no hoe in me,
These niggas all these 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 niggas theres no hoe in me,
These niggas takin all these but aint no holes in me,
So what you shootin at nigga you aint hit yet,
Should be 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 in them cell blocks,

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

What would I ever really without that baking soda?
Remember up in Granny's to that baking odor,
Sat down table had my first meal,
And at that same kitchen seen 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 the shit you put off in a bird bath,
What cud I say the realest niggas got got,
cud I say even the realest niggas quote Pac,
So confident it's like relaxing,
Quit shy nigga just ask him,