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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

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

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

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