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A me what's your name?
MC
your alias?
I'm the of the South
your thing?
I ain't playin' with your ass
So boy you say?
I go, here I go

Bitch I'll back slap or stab after that kidnap a whack rap
Bring it louder if you to rap
Your arms to short, your to small
I'm the sure shot off of deputy dog
Break it in two and so do
By myself I can you and you and you and you
Straight forward Kerri Kittles
Nigga's head bob little

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

your name?
Mac, The Don,
What's your
Shell nigga
your thing?
Murder, murder, murder,
Nigga you say?

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

Your just that nigga that they wanna with
You never hit it told your niggaz you did it, you ate it
Laid back and
Take them fake wood off the side of you ride
'Cause real keep their war on the inside that's money with pride
She'll niggas we on the block niggas Fiend cocked in 98
We more figures and triggers we be murder, murder too
So have my money or my shit
And oh tell your little sister to stay up off my

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

I'm the decided private to fire on me
Bringin' you extra clips and favorite style's sareen
Mr. Get It On Jones I noticed I didn't drop the
If it's on it's on mister 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 you to thugs and drug dealers
So what the fuck up expect me to be discrete

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

What's name?
Silkk, The
What's your
Mister!
What's thing?
I'm a man nigga!
Nigga you say?

Mister with real thugs mister's real blood
Mister don't shoot blanks mister shoot real
I never feel shit except from the ghetto and I don't feel
I'm out there pissed without this nook I see a club
Nigga what? Mister hit your Mister hit your spot
Mister you better duck the down or Mister's gettin' shot
on come 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 nineteen look nigga I got me a
You know me see that nigga flock with the rocks in his hands
He ain't worth a cop just to his rocks and then ran
I check my flow last only got better
So cold now if hot I can still rock leather
Mister NO L I M I to the T, yeah that's me

your name?
MC
your alias?
I'm the Prince of the
your thing?
I ain't playin' with bitch ass
you say?
The man's here