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Nigga always talkin' like they want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the all they want is peace
It's strange how a
turned peace-maker
King Koopa the copy-machine 'cause I keep paper
And so gangsta, the way the funds stack up
The way I spend it, it get low and it always come up
My niggaz will back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and you'll get up
That tough..nigga will be changin' his
When his souls in a hole and they his chain in a tomb
For the yo explain "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of them clean see, the other one gon' watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the gun's
Hate it? Then stop me
Sleepin' the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I manage to keep the in the pajamas
Police is to jam us
F-E-Dz red-hand us
Don't us doin' anything illegal on cameras
Can't grab us, I shoot you the wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my said that I'm back in the past
Uh, 10 in my Allen I
Dr. Jay is my
Throw 50 at the and see how free time that'll buy
And if don't work nigga it don't matter my
niggaz show 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
It's gangsta gutta, I'm not a but dawg
I did it to prove I can rap gangsta better then y'all
It's easy to put some words together and talk ya guns
Talk about how you gon' blast while all ya run
It be the same talkin' in-direct
That don't never ever won't plex when standin'
Look, don't act dumb nigga the King will
and bring it on, before ya labeled the Come