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Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin this
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 nigga is just like pressin luck
China-white, a percent, pure uncut
Detonate, Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma this forty-four Mag and make you strip
then walk down the naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you back, went in for more cash
both of your legs, I'll trip on your ass

[Chorus:
You stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers you thinkin you know
It the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better it
In all black, full metal jackets that you move back
Move the same way I used to move crack
You stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the that you thinkin you know

Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm 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 fire, just cross this line
niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, daylight

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