You if you could but you can't so you ain't
The minute I step in dis bitch, I hear, oh shit, mothafucka, Watch out for dat nigga, you can't handle 'em for a period of No one can match those rhymes to mine I'm top of the Prickin' your ass like a porcupine, I know to do To knock stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this ain't No mothafuckin' fluke, this pure talent
I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit new home Same old nigga, I ain't playin' you bitches, why you niggaz Be rappin' like scared and unprepared, I'm gonna've ya' Leave this mothafucka sayin' what'd that mothafucka Gimme the bud, the I puff like Elvis and the Beetles gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
Niggaz that got beef with me bring a heater or either bow Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, the reason I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, dats shit You go fuck wit another nigga U cant this
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Certified Rhyme Busta, bitch nigga, bitch nigga, nigga If I'm not nigga, but that nigga from punks still come with The rif-raf, went gold diggin', to gold chains I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' a Wild Coyote Like Capone, hot seller, keep your fuckin' deck Then a bad woodpecker, I don't like niggaz to run up on my shit And set, I'm the tarantula on the
Bitch I'll kill ya, catch more attention oriental peacocks Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a room of Reeboks, I've got the gift That'll make a get off me spent like Charles Barkley so bitch Don't start me, who's that use to be mobbin' in my hood Beware, I go, get that boy good, come like, there I was When were idiots in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump back Now niggaz don't want no trouble, can't stop us
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I know y'all nigga know than to fuck wit the man Don't ya, don't ya, don't you know what my style can't be poached And every nigga around, probably got wit somebody but that's The same between the fighters, I ain't got it I ain't got it When underground rules, will be the day my legs start to
Another nigga, couldn't off throw me on skates, I'm the The gasoline on your fire, got 'em dodge 'em Michael The drunken fighter niggaz can't do what I do man fuck that, nigga Now motherfuck you, Lord, the Rhymes come through So bitch, I got it if you bad enuff to take it, it's yours
A lyrical ass whoopin' is what I'm cookin' hungry, all over Your room when you wasn't lookin' no canibus The nigga, with da mess you get the flatback like Rambo bitch You handle this
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