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

Bitch I'll back slap or back stab after that a whack rap
it louder if you comin' to rap
Your arms to short, your legs to
I'm the sure shot shit off of dog
it in two and true so do
By I can take you and you and you and you
forward like Kerri Kittles
Nigga's head bob little

Gooder than a hand full of skittles
with feedback 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 ready
When they see me eyes get big, arms get sweaty
Enough to go around, you exactly how it go down
In house uptown big boys throw
Out of control from bag wood back to New Orleans
If it'll make you feel good that's what you can it

What's your
Mac, The Don,
What's alias?
Shell nigga
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 lets it
Now how I get open knock and lock it
You all niggas so now you all tryin' to jock it
My formula's trill fake ass niggas are blockin'
niggas with them ill times are rockin'
He lifts and cocked it are toxic
I'm all about what's fallin' in my
I'll be the one they share that cock with

just that nigga that they wanna shock with
You never hit it your niggaz you did it, you probably ate it
Laid back and
Take them wood strips off the side of you ride
'Cause niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with pride
She'll shock we on the block niggas Fiend cocked in 98
We more figures and triggers we be murder, murder too
So have my money or have my
And oh tell your 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 your
I'm the one that the shots
What'd you
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp,

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

Well you beneath me like athletes feet
You can't beat a handicapped
As for me I the art of MC
It was all BC wanna see me?
Close your eyes and your breath that whore pushin' that store
Cuttin' on over to death
Bet you are set for ghettos soon 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!
what'd you say?

Mister hang with real thugs mister's blood
Mister shoot blanks mister shoot real slugs
I never feel except from the ghetto and I don't feel love
Nigga I'm out there pissed this nook I see a club
Nigga what? Mister hit your Mister hit your spot
you better duck the fuck down or Mister's gettin' shot
Come on with me come and get me
I'm gonna you some hurtin' I drop flies that hurt the same time

I hit the horn man tries to hurt me
Let me negotiate my contract on the he got me some ends
Look turned nineteen look I got me a Benz
You know me see nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands
He ain't worth a cop just to block his and then ran
I check my flow year only 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
your alias?
I'm the Prince of the
What's your
I ain't playin' with your ass
you say?
The right here