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

The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your
Quickly embarass ya as as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is 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 forty-four Mag and make 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 your
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more
Baseball of your legs, I'll trip on your ass

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

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

[King
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and flow
Sadaam and Castro, to the last blow
I dough and half these cats you ass slow
relative, and all positively negative
It's like, 'cause flashin his gat, he cute
I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring
A flow by King 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 flippin?
Plus niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat
You mark, cross me and pay tax
Punch you in the mouth and that gat, motherfucker!