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A tell me what's name?
MC
What's your
I'm the of the South
What's thing?
I ain't playin' with your 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 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 myself I can you and you and you and you
forward like Kerri Kittles
Nigga's head bob little

than a whole hand full of skittles
Evil with when I turn on the mic
I'm the spritz has to when you open your sprite
No fight no war no you all ain't ready
When see me their eyes get big, arms get sweaty
Enough to go around, you know how it go down
In uptown 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

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

Who rocks it? I 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 tryin' to it
My formula's trill these fake ass are blockin'
With niggas with them ill times are
He lifts and it suckers are toxic
I'm all what's fallin' in my pocket
I'll be the one they wanna share cock with

Your just that nigga they wanna shock with
You never hit it told niggaz you did it, you probably ate it
Laid back and
Take them fake wood off the side of you ride
'Cause real niggas their war on the inside that's money with pride
She'll shock we on the block niggas Fiend cocked in 98
We bought 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

your name?
F I E N D
What's alias?
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 decided miscontortin' to fire on me
Bringin' you clips and jeans favorite style's sareen
Mr. Get It On Jones I noticed I drop the phone
If it's on then on mister stay loaded up the zone
I stay rollin' on some Mr. Bad Ass nigga
My verbal can kill you I'm a mad man killer
Warnin' no can turn 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 a handicapped
As for me I the art of MC
It was all before BC see me?
your eyes and hold your breath that whore pushin' that store
Cuttin' on to quicker death
Bet you niggas are set for soon to be junk
Got lyrical up, I'm Mr. War War

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

Mister hang with real thugs mister's real
don't shoot blanks mister shoot real slugs
I never feel shit except from the and I don't feel love
Nigga I'm out pissed without this nook I see a club
Nigga what? Mister hit your block Mister hit your
Mister you better duck the fuck down or Mister's gettin'
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 on the beach he got me some ends
Look turned look nigga I got me a Benz
You know me see that nigga gonna with the rocks in his hands
He ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and ran
I my flow last year only got better
So now if it's hot I can still rock leather
Mister ain't NO L I M I to the T, yeah me

What's name?
MC
your alias?
I'm the of the South
your thing?
I ain't playin' your bitch ass
What'd you
The man's here