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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 from the
You's wrong, we can get it on

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

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

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

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

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 thought I was
You was wrong, double plat
Yo its on, stop shit
You was wrong, get off my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch
And you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce when I the track
Tight shit, make a nigga 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 their heads hollower

Make your wig 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 a verse

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