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Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like
Yeah, huh, we it movin like
Listen, listen, look..

The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ character
Quickly ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons is just like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, pure
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw punch
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and you strip
walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at feet (Dance nigga!)
be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, I'll on your ass

[Chorus:
You never stop me cause you movin too
And we not the that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or it
Forever hardcore, so you believe it
In all black, metal jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way I to move crack
You never stop me cause you movin too
And we not the motherfuckers you thinkin you know

Yeah, yeah, of the time I'm totin a nine
in my waistline or behind this close to my
I write these, fines, and heat for lines
Last seen in a trenchcoat, at Columbine
Peep the design, make remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross line
Most got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin

[King
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash
and Castro, terror to the last blow
I mash dough and half these you ass slow
relative, and all positively negative
It's like, 'cause flashin his gat, thinkin he
I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and life
A fascinatin flow by Trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up position, my momma keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and
Not to mention, my cousin crack in my kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep
Plus most niggaz round parts got weak hearts
theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, me and pay that tax
Punch you in the mouth and take gat, motherfucker!