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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 fire didn't
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 family we 'em he owed us a fortune
Gimme forty thou, you can have yo' child, you know
What I had to go through to clap this clown, my background

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

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 like y'all teflon with no weap-ons

Nigga, I'm pumpin' my four, I throwin' no more
Nowadays run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you got that chance

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

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

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

I'll clonk you and stomp out ya button
I'm too violent for rap shit
I be out somewhere killin' somethin'

Too quick to blast, some talk shit and dash
But I really kick your ass
Juggernaut, I don't if you a thug or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, 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 your cheeks, you in the street

But I'm still gon' hit cha'll
Because up you be tossin' salads with maple 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 it's at
You was wrong, me and Pun it back
Now its on, on with the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Crack

Who the want beef with Joe Crack
Make your body fold
Lift his soul with the mack
I chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped

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

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

I'm like Christ, beg for they life when they see me comin'
Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you 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 y'all was wrong

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

I told niggas, that I was the sickest bitch
And everytime you spit, I'ma spit sicker shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce 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, around 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 came to first
I ain't 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 neva like that
How the fuck you gon' tell me chick is tight
She ain't aight she don't write, you wrong