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Nigga always talkin' drama they want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the all they want is peace
It's strange how a
Faker turned
King Koopa the cocky copy-machine 'cause I paper
And it's so gangsta, the way the funds up
The way I it, it get low and it always come back up
My niggaz come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and get wrapped up
That tough..nigga be changin' his tune
When his souls in a hole and they his chain in a tomb
For the re-came yo explain "Oh, you want poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the other one watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the gun's
Hate it? come stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not on no candles
But still..I manage to keep the heat in the
is tryin' to jam us
F-E-Dz red-hand us
Don't have us doin' anything on cameras
Can't grab us, I you the police wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my jersey said that I'm in the past
Uh, 10 years in my I
Dr. Jay is my
Throw 50 at the judge and see how free time buy
And if that don't work nigga it don't my
niggaz will up at the judges house and give that a try
The End, yes the is raw
Rewind to the last and all the images you saw
gangsta gutta, I'm not a gangsta but dawg
I did it to prove that I can rap gangsta better then
easy to put some words together and talk about ya guns
Talk about how you blast while all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz talkin'
don't never ever won't plex when standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act dumb nigga the King will
and bring it on, before ya labeled the Come