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

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

Xzibit]
You never stop me cause you movin too
And we not the that you thinkin you know
It the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way I used to crack
You never stop me cause you too slow
And we not the motherfuckers you thinkin you know

Yeah, yeah, most of the I'm totin a nine
in my waistline or behind this to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for
seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
Peep the design, make your hard to find
I ain't to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, daylight

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