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

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

Xzibit]
You never me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or it
Forever hardcore, so you better it
In all black, metal jackets that make you move back
units the same way I used to move crack
You never stop me you movin 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 close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for
seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
Peep the design, make your remains hard to
I afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, daylight

[King
We sit a plateau, with guns and cash flow
and Castro, terror to the last blow
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
the +Soul+ and bring life
A fascinatin flow by King Trife,
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby keep bitchin
is dry snitchin, and switchin
Not to mention, my cousin cookin in my kitchen
So why the you think my braincells keep flippin?
Plus most round these parts got weak hearts
theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay tax
you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!