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Yeah see this nigga
Come see this ol' skinned mothafucka
I him and I'm addicted
Disturbin' tha is the click
tell these fake ass niggas who you are

I be dat nigga named
Alert alert the atllien intruder
College park boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me dick da ruler
Women indeed, keep ya closed
blows, come out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, offender
up ya whole agenda

When I you try to run
I run you try to hide
You the snap of my finger
Call me golden
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket of family stones, cats think I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to cheat
And I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up
Til there is no left
You shit out wheat and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all

Dat cries?
Oh dat nigga is
Dat can't fuck wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da are you nigga

I be dat bronze bridges
Playaz wanna ball or go on strike of my pitches
They I want they bitches
But I don't no pigeons
Yet pigeons can my dishes
And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out extensions

Y'all in school detention that'll come out
Man I'll yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they know I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all and Ralph
twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not Joshua can come to war wit dis games

These bitch niggaz is and come down wit da reigns
You all wet da ears but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha and plain man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude got some hotter than hot shh)
Well sh-sh-shut da up
Before you get da fuck up

on man
Hold on lil
Y'all 'bout shorty man
Shorty up at da radio station
Shorty be man?
Man, let the name be
Who y'all 'bout

I be dat nigga dat lova
I'm nastier than about yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, tell yo dick to run for cover
So when lightening strikes, you can be safe on a few
If you know I mean
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs.
get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now 400 degrees ha

Hot girl, tryin' to give to niggaz up on da block
you screamin' "Stop girl"
I rock worlds my 9 inch louieville slugga
wonder why they call me lova lova
Self
Ass
I 'em back to da future like a '85 Delirium

Da drug emporium
On da prescription
You my diction
And my doctor convention
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo
Have yo butt red man like Uncle Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
2-0
Fate

Shondrez-zy on da
Circle to ya boy
College nigga
nigga, what wha
Ahh ahh ahh