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And now, the tale from the
I got to remind y'all what the flow is all about
It's this, anywhere from forty-eight and up
Straight, you feel me? Fifty

Aiyyo, I gots to the beat so I can eat, aight?
If I live, you can't live, ain't nothin' sweet
Bitch ass niggas think it's all Versace
A week later them niggas about, Yo, X got me

I thought he was my man but he act like he ain't me
I knew he had the joint but I didn't wanna make him me
That nigga be buggin', stickin' cats up and
Doin' his dirt and disappearin' the Phantom

Niggas can't stand him but ask me if I
'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about just ain't
And nothin' fair, I knew this for a long time
That's why with wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme

And mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had
And I shouldn't have done it, that's what made this shit sad
I'm doin' bad but if I gots to feel it, you to feel it
And if a can't afford it, I gots to steal it

And that's how real it gets when shit hits the fan
You still tryin' to get the man, first up with the man
we gon' see what'chu made of
If shit ain't pumpin' Kool-Aid, what you afraid of?

The monster the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head
Or ya mother missin' for a month, found dead
Worms comin' from you stuck ya dick in
got the bitch covered and the smells sick'nin'

Plastic hide the smell for too long, I do wrong
And so I don't have nightmares I forget it, move on
Keep gettin' my groove on 'cuz that shit could with'chu
Keep dwellin' on it and it's gonna get stuck you

Niggas try luck with you 'cuz they smell ass
And money, if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to fast
cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robbery
I'm on a robbin' spree and no stoppin' me

On this real, why a nigga stay writin'
kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightin'?
You must of saw som'thin' funny or saw som'thin' bloody
Or you don't know, bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy

Like puddy, when I you niggas, I mold you niggas
I done told you niggas I been owed you niggas
For shit you did that you wasn't built for
Shit, I guess you didn't know you do get for

I done filled up with the extended clip
It's I blew this joint down with the extended rip
Or that when the bomb drops
take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms' block

From here to Comstock, gettin' bust wild
Cell cagers night from lock out just died
Ain't no where to hide, ain't no to run
What more can they do to a man that ain't been

A mind is a thing to waste
Especially if it's all over the place, your mind all his face
How do brains taste they mixed with gun powder?
Semi to fully automatic the gun louder

I got som'thin' to fix pain when I kicks
'Cuz I'ma float off more tracks than they sixth
You to get flamed, from ash to ashes to dirt
You gon' go with the dough that life was worth, motherfucker