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You if you could but you can't so you ain't

The minute I in dis bitch, I hear, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn
Watch out for dat nigga, you can't handle 'em for a of time
No one can match those rhymes to I'm top of the line
Prickin' your ass a porcupine, I know what to do
To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this
No mothafuckin' fluke, pure deep talent

I'm gifted, mistressed and explicit brand new home
Same old nigga, I playin' with you bitches, why you niggaz
Be rappin' like scared and unprepared, I'm gonna've ya'
Leave this mothafucka sayin' what'd that said
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like Elvis and the
gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles

Niggaz that got with me better bring a heater or either bow
Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, the reason
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup dem niggaz, dats talkin' shit
You go fuck wit another nigga
U cant this

Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,

Certified Busta, bitch nigga, bitch nigga, same nigga
If I'm not nigga, but that nigga from punks still come with
The rif-raf, went from diggin', to gold chains
I went Club Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' like a Wild Coyote
Like Capone, hot seller, keep your fuckin' deck
Then a bad woodpecker, I don't like tryin' to run up on my shit
And set, I'm the tarantula on the

Bitch I'll kill ya, catch more attention then oriental
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, I've got the
That'll a bitch get off me spent like Charles Barkley so bitch
Don't start me, who's that use to be mobbin' in my hood
Beware, I go, get that boy good, come like, there I was
When were idiots in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now y'all niggaz don't want no trouble, stop us

I know nigga know better than to fuck wit the man
Don't ya, don't ya, nigga don't you know what my style can't be
And every nigga around, got beef wit somebody but that's
The same nigga between the fighters, I got it I ain't got it
When underground rules, will be the day my legs start to

nigga, couldn't off throw me on skates, I'm the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, got 'em dodge 'em Tyler
The fighter y'all niggaz can't do what I do man fuck that, nigga
Now motherfuck you, Lord, the Rhymes come through
So hardcore bitch, I got it if you bad enuff to take it, it's

A lyrical ass whoopin' is I'm cookin' hungry, spittin' all over
Your room when you wasn't ain't no canibus
The nigga, with da mess you get the flatback like Rambo bitch
You handle this