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

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

Muh fucka Im and I dont mean kind,
See that Im the truth they must be blind,
Deaf, dumb either how, way heres the outcome,
Im showin up a hundred like Malcolm,
Imagine Farrakhan, Babylon; Enemy of the state Verse 48,
Im goin psycho in this bitch, Norman Bates,
And when Im 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 hate to be the one to say I fuckin told ya,

What would I ever been without that baking soda?
Remember up in Granny's to that baking odor,
Sat kitchen table had my first meal,
And at same kitchen table seen my first mil,
In that backroom I seen my first half,
And in that backroom opened my worst half,
A nigga so bad it was my worst math,
Look like the shit you put off in a bath,
What cud I say even the realest got got,
What cud I say even the realest quote Pac,
So it's like he's relaxing,
being shy nigga just ask him,