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A tell me what's your
MC
What's alias?
I'm the Prince of the
What's thing?
I playin' with your bitch ass
So boy what'd you
Here I go, I go

Bitch back slap or back stab after that kidnap a whack rap
Bring it if you comin' to rap
Your arms to short, your to small
I'm the sure shit off of deputy dog
it in two and true so do
By myself I can you and you and you and you
Straight forward Kerri Kittles
Nigga's head bob little

than a whole hand full of skittles
Evil with feedback when I on the mic
I'm the spritz that has to you open your sprite
No no war no brawl you all ain't ready
When they see me their eyes get big, arms get
Enough to go around, you know how it go down
In house uptown big boys throw
Out of ballers from bag wood back to New Orleans
If it'll make you feel that's what you can call it

your name?
Mac, The Don,
your alias?
Shell shocked
What's your
Murder, murder, murder,
Nigga what'd you

Who it? I play the plug you play the socket
You all got pieces nicked lets cock it
Now how I get open knock and lock it
You all niggas fail so now you all to jock it
My trill these fake ass niggas are blockin'
With niggas with ill times are rockin'
He lifts and it suckers are toxic
I'm all about what's fallin' in my
I'll be the one they wanna share that with

Your that nigga that they wanna shock with
You never hit it told niggaz you did it, you probably ate it
Laid back and
Take them fake wood strips off the side of you
'Cause real niggas keep their war on the inside money with pride
She'll niggas we on the block niggas Fiend cocked in 98
We bought more figures and triggers we be murder, too
So have my money or my shit
And oh tell little sister to stay up off my dick

What's your
F I E N D
What's your
I'm Mr. Get It On
your thing?
I'm the one call the shots
What'd you
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp,

I'm the decided private miscontortin' to on me
you extra clips and jeans favorite style's sareen
Mr. Get It On Jones I noticed I drop the phone
If it's on then it's on stay loaded up the zone
I stay rollin' on some chrome Mr. Bad Ass
My verbal class can kill you I'm a mad man
Warnin' no can turn you to thugs and drug dealers
So what the fuck up nigga expect me to be

you bitches beneath me like athletes feet
You have can't beat a
As for me I the art of MC
It was all BC wanna see me?
Close your eyes and hold your breath that pushin' that store
Cuttin' on over to death
Bet you niggas are set for soon to be junk
Got fuck up, I'm Mr. War War

What's name?
Silkk, The
What's alias?
Mister!
your thing?
I'm a man nigga!
Nigga you say?

Mister hang real thugs mister's real blood
don't shoot blanks mister shoot real slugs
I never feel shit except the ghetto and I don't feel love
Nigga I'm out there pissed without this nook I see a
Nigga what? Mister hit your block Mister hit spot
Mister you better duck the fuck or Mister's gettin' shot
Come on come me come and get me
I'm find you some hurtin' I drop flies that hurt the same time

I hit the horn street man tries to me
Let me negotiate my on the beach he got me some ends
turned nineteen look nigga I got me a Benz
You know me see that nigga flock with the rocks in his hands
He ain't a cop just to block his rocks and then ran
I check my flow year only got better
So now if it's hot I can still rock leather
Mister NO L I M I to the T, yeah that's me

What's your
MC
your alias?
I'm the of the South
What's thing?
I ain't playin' with bitch ass
What'd you
The man's right