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

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

Gooder than a whole full of skittles
Evil with feedback when I on the mic
I'm the that 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 know exactly how it go
In house big boys throw down
Out of control ballers from bag wood to New Orleans
If it'll you feel good that's what you can call it

What's name?
Mac, The Don,
your alias?
Shell nigga
What's your
Murder, murder, murder,
Nigga what'd you

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

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

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

I'm the decided private miscontortin' to on me
Bringin' you extra clips and jeans favorite sareen
Mr. Get It On Jones I noticed I drop the phone
If it's on then it's on mister stay up the zone
I rollin' on some chrome Mr. Bad Ass nigga
My verbal class can you I'm a mad man killer
Warnin' no hommie can turn you to and drug dealers
So what the fuck up nigga expect me to be

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

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

hang with real thugs mister's real blood
Mister don't blanks mister shoot real slugs
I never shit except from the ghetto and I don't feel love
I'm out there pissed without this nook I see a club
Nigga what? Mister hit your block 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 find you some hurtin' I drop flies that hurt the time

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

your name?
MC
your alias?
I'm the of the South
your thing?
I playin' with your bitch ass
What'd you
The man's right