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T-S
Y'all don't

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

The last to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath
The last nigga you you shoulda believed
And drag, move quick, blend right into a wall like a
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 rare 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 ain't throwin' no
Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open drawer
My circumstance, you got that chance

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

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

How dare you on the [Incomprehensible]?
Big Pun the undoubtable, the rapper that'll pull out a gun
And slap the shit 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 and dash
But I really will your ass
Juggernaut, I don't care if you a or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, the bambaclad

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

But I'm still hit cha'll 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 Bronx 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 back
Lift his soul with the chrome
I don't on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped

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

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

I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life they see me comin'
Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you mind
Don't make me to cock my nine, pop ya spine
Neva did in the Don's
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 Remi on the
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, spit some sicker shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce I blaze the track
Tight shit, make a nigga play ya back

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

Make your wig twisted as if I was
in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to
'Cuz I neva heard a bitch straight flame 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' me that chick is tight
She ain't aight 'cuz she write, you wrong