aihgt nigga queenzz..

i'll run ya block ya chains n everythin in ya pock-ets,
n if u dwell inna mansion dont even botha tryna lock-it/
i'll catch u on ya front lawn n put some kneez-to-ya-ribs,
give u a kirby "right quick" n punk tha keyz-to-ya-crib/
n i culd care-less if u pumped n show off ya bare-chest,
but if u dont want leaks then i suggest u get a spare-vest/
ya styles bone dry how can u call yaself flavaz,
u dint "instigate" me cuz i kno whos brava/
toss me a mic somebody rip tha turn-tables,
i dont care if u signed cuz i kno howta burn-labels/
u dont bring enuff heat so i suggest u quit-rappin,
cuz i got rhymes n beats n im makin shit-happen/
i wuz allways mvp till ma coach-tripped,
he checked tha pocket in ma coat n found a pair of roach-clips/
but i dint stress,knowin that i had mad talents,
i can ball,beat box n rap now tha only problem iz balance/
how iz it i can do all these thingz at once,
plus smoke bluntz,fiddle wyt cunts n tryta hold ma front/
i gotta watch ma back cuz shitz gettin real hectic,
peeps tryta attack wen u off guard n least expect-it/
i jus laugh knowin half u cats iz bitch-mades,
i'll give u buttaflies in ya stomach wytta switch-blade/
gimme a chance i'll leave ya whole crew in body-casts,
i'll even save tha last dance before u hear tha shottie-blast/

e.z nigga wun..

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