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T-S
Y'all don't

Ai yo its on, I see how didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the didn't burn
Its on me and pun ain't from the
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
forty thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know
What I had to go to clap this clown, check my background

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly
I'm too violent for this rap
I should be out somewhere killin'

Too quick to blast, niggas talk shit and dash
But I really will your ass
Juggernaut, I don't care if you a or not
I'll get on ya ass, boy, with the bambaclad

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

But I'm gon' hit cha'll niggas
Because up north you be salads with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but know this one
Why you always gotta be right, nigga, why you ever be wrong?

Now its on from the Bronx where at
You was wrong, me and Pun brought it
Now its on, on with the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Joey

Who the fuck beef with Joe Crack
Make body fold back
his soul with the chrome mack
I chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped

You heard there's on the block we control that
I got the in the pot where that stove 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 on the street
I die for my peeps, an open eye when I sleep
Let you when I coulda put five in your jeep
Who's liver than me? I ain't know you want it

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

Ai yo, its on, though I'd stay on the
You was wrong, now on the rock
So its on, thought I wasn't drop
You was wrong, I was all along

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

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

your wig twisted as if I was Oliver
Layin' in a hospital, up the monitors
Thats for the game, lames just came to first
'Cuz I neva heard a bitch straight flame a verse

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