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T-S
Y'all know?

Ai yo its on, I see how niggas didn't
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 family we tell 'em he us a fortune
Gimme forty thou, you can have yo' child, you know
What I had to go through to this clown, check my background

The nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath
The last you wish you shoulda believed
And drag, move quick, blend right a wall like a brick
The only you see before 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 teflon no weap-ons

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

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

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

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

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

Too quick to blast, some talk shit and dash
But I really will kick 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 stand back and watch 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 still hit cha'll niggas
Because up north you be tossin' salads with syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but know this one
Why you always gotta be right, nigga, why can't you be wrong?

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

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

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

I you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street
I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I
Let you slide I coulda put five in your jeep
Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really 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 have to cock my nine, pop ya
Neva did believe in the
Since '92 I've been proving that y'all niggas was

Ai yo, its on, I'd stay 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 niggas, that I was the sickest 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 your
And for the followers, I'ma leave their heads

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

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