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T-S
Y'all know?

Ai yo its on, I see how niggas learn
You is wrong, thought the fire burn
Its on me and pun from the Bronx
wrong, nigga we can get it on

Ai yo, we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
To his we tell 'em he owed us a fortune
forty thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know
What I had to go through to this clown, check my background

The last to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath
The last nigga you wish you shoulda
And drag, move quick, right into a wall like a brick
The only thing you see I blow off ya shit is my wrist

my hand the gun is covered in
Not this range, when I pump this pistol, it's very I miss it
Damn it on ya
Y'all keep talkin' like y'all with no weap-ons

Nigga, I'm my four, I ain't throwin' no more
Nowadays niggas run upstairs, they drawer
My circumstance, you ain't got chance

in my draw, you get it
Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so be stupid
And me use one unless you, that bitch

Ai yo its one, you thought I was
You was wrong, album double
Yo its on, stop talkin'
You was wrong, get off my

How dare you on the [Incomprehensible]?
Big Pun the undoubtable, the only rapper pull out a gun
And slap the shit you, you can't tell me nothin'

I'll clonk you and stomp out ya button
I'm too violent for rap shit
I should be out somewhere somethin'

Too to blast, some niggas talk shit and dash
But I will kick your ass
Juggernaut, I care if you a thug or not
get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, with the bambaclad

On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin'
The one get locked back and watch where you from
How dare you come and try to shit I eat, fuck you nigga, literally
Dick in your cheeks, you bitch in the

But I'm still gon' hit niggas
Because up north you be tossin' salads with maple
I you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one
Why you gotta be right, nigga, why can't you ever be wrong?

Now its on from the where it's at
You was wrong, me and Pun brought it
Now its on, stay on the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Crack

Who the fuck want beef with Joe
Make your body fold
Lift his soul the chrome mack
I don't on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped

You heard there's money on the we control that
I got the work in the pot where that at
Cook it up 'til it's wack, get my dough
You niggas so wack, tryin'a

I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the
I die for my peeps, an open eye when I sleep
Let you slide when I put five in your jeep
Who's liver me? I ain't know you really want it

I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me
Ain't gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind
Don't make me to cock my nine, pop ya spine
did believe in the Don's
Since '92 been proving that y'all niggas was wrong

Ai yo, its on, though I'd on the block
You was wrong, now on the rock
So its on, I wasn't gonna drop
You was wrong, I was right all

I told these niggas, that I was the bitch
And everytime you spit, I'ma some sicker shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce when I the track
shit, make a nigga wanna play ya back

I'm hatin' that, but make 'em all believers
Fuck hot, I'ma and straight drop a fever
Cop a heater, turn and pop your leader
And for the followers, I'ma leave their hollower

Make wig twisted as if I was Oliver
Layin' in a hospital, up the monitors
Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to
'Cuz I ain't neva heard a bitch straight flame a

I blame the church, how God let you lie like
Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like
How the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is
She aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong