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A tell me your name?
MC
your alias?
I'm the Prince of the
What's your
I ain't playin' with bitch ass
So boy what'd you
Here I go, I go

Bitch I'll back slap or back stab after that a whack rap
Bring it if you comin' to rap
Your to short, your legs to small
I'm the shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and so do
By I can take you and you and you and you
Straight like Kerri Kittles
Nigga's bob very little

Gooder than a whole hand of skittles
with feedback when I turn on the mic
I'm the spritz that has to you open your sprite
No fight no war no brawl you all ain't
When see me their eyes get big, arms get sweaty
to go around, you know exactly how it go down
In house uptown big throw down
Out of control ballers from bag wood back to New
If it'll make you feel that's what you can call it

What's your
Mac, The Don,
What's alias?
Shell shocked
your thing?
Murder, murder, murder,
what'd you say?

Who it? I play the plug you play the socket
You all got your pieces nicked cock it
Now how I get open knock and lock it
You all niggas fail so now you all to jock it
My formula's trill these fake ass niggas are
With niggas them ill times are rockin'
He lifts and it suckers are toxic
I'm all about fallin' in my pocket
I'll be the one they share that cock with

Your just that nigga they wanna shock with
You hit it told your niggaz you did it, you probably ate it
Laid back and
them fake wood strips off the side of you ride
'Cause real keep their war on the inside that's money with pride
She'll shock niggas we on the niggas Fiend cocked in 98
We bought more figures and we be murder, murder too
So have my or have my shit
And oh your little sister to stay up off my dick

What's name?
F I E N D
What's your
I'm Mr. Get It On
What's thing?
I'm the one that the shots
you say?
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp,

I'm the decided miscontortin' to fire on me
Bringin' you extra clips and jeans favorite sareen
Mr. Get It On I noticed I didn't drop the phone
If it's on then it's on stay loaded up the zone
I stay rollin' on some Mr. Bad Ass nigga
My verbal class can kill you I'm a mad man
Warnin' no hommie can turn you to thugs and dealers
So what the fuck up nigga expect me to be

Well you bitches beneath me athletes feet
You have can't a handicapped
As for me I the art of MC
It was all before BC see me?
Close your eyes and hold your breath that pushin' that store
Cuttin' on over to death
Bet you niggas are set for soon to be junk
Got lyrical up, I'm Mr. War War

What's your
Silkk, The
What's alias?
Mister!
What's your
I'm a man nigga!
Nigga what'd you

Mister hang real thugs mister's real blood
Mister don't shoot blanks mister real slugs
I never feel shit except from the ghetto and I feel love
Nigga I'm out there pissed without nook I see a club
what? Mister hit your block Mister hit your spot
Mister you better the fuck down or Mister's gettin' shot
Come on with me come and get me
I'm gonna find you some I drop flies that hurt the same time

I hit the horn street man tries to me
Let me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me ends
Look turned look nigga I got me a Benz
You know me see that nigga gonna flock the rocks in his hands
He ain't worth a cop to block his rocks and then ran
I check my flow last year got better
So cold now if it's hot I can still rock
Mister NO L I M I to the T, yeah that's me

What's your
MC
What's your
I'm the Prince of the
your thing?
I ain't playin' with your ass
What'd you
The man's here