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T-S
Y'all don't

Ai yo its on, I see how niggas didn't
You is wrong, thought the fire burn
Its on me and pun ain't the Bronx
You's wrong, we can get it on

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

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
it on ya lips
Y'all keep talkin' like teflon with no weap-ons

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

in my draw, you get it
Thats means walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid
And make me use one unless you, that

Ai yo its one, you I was wack
You was wrong, album plat
Yo its on, stop shit
You was wrong, get off my

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

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

Too quick to blast, some niggas talk and dash
But I really 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 stand back and watch where you from
How dare you and try to shit where I eat, fuck you nigga, literally
Dick in your cheeks, you bitch in the

But I'm still hit cha'll niggas
Because up north you be tossin' with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know one
Why you always gotta be right, nigga, why can't you ever be

Now its on the Bronx where it's at
You was wrong, me and Pun it back
Now its on, stay on the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Joey

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

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

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

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

Ai yo, its on, I'd stay on the block
You was wrong, now Remi on the
So its on, thought I 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 when I blaze the track
Tight shit, make a nigga wanna ya back

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

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

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 tell me that chick is tight
She aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong