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T-S
Y'all don't

Ai yo its on, I see how didn't learn
You is wrong, the fire didn't burn
Its on me and pun ain't from the
wrong, nigga we can get it on

Ai yo, guns we 'em, and bodies we auction
To his we tell 'em he owed us a fortune
Gimme forty thou, you can have yo' child, you know
What I had to go to clap this clown, check my background

The last to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath
The last nigga you wish you believed
And drag, move quick, blend right into a wall 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, very rare I miss it
it on ya lips
Y'all keep talkin' like y'all with no weap-ons

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

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

Ai yo its one, you thought I was
You was wrong, album 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 pull out a gun
And the shit outta 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 quick to blast, some niggas talk shit and
But I will kick your ass
Juggernaut, I don't care if you a or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, the bambaclad

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

But I'm still gon' hit niggas
Because up you be tossin' salads with maple syrup
I know you to hear it, but everybody know this one
Why you always gotta be right, nigga, why 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 with Joe Crack
Make your body fold
Lift his soul the chrome mack
I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone

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

I you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street
I die for my peeps, keep an eye when I sleep
Let you slide when I coulda put in your jeep
Who's liver than me? I know you really want it

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

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

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

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

your 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 flame a verse

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