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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

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

[Chorus:
You never stop me cause you movin too
And we not the motherfuckers 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 metal jackets make you move back
Move the same way I used to move crack
You never me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers you thinkin you know

Yeah, yeah, of the time I'm totin a nine
in my waistline or this close 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 afraid to exchange fire, just cross line
Most niggaz got guns but don't know how to aim right
I tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight

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