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tim boots, fitted hat, long sleeve, black jeans
i got more dough in my pocket then 24/7 crack fiends
hobbling on the street from 4 slugz in ya frame
if u ain't getting paid why u have love for the game
ya niggaz is crazy, talking like i won't respond
niggaz ain't on my level ya steady falling behind
cats forever ducking me cause i roll with the nine
so i'm shiting all over u niggaz like ya colon was mine
steady babbling and flapping ya jaws fast
u need permission to come at me, a high school hall pass
i'm residently evil like the deceased off the movie
ya rhymes are low budget, the cost of a smoothie
running ya mouth when i'm around will secure ya death
cause the nine'll have u gasping like ya short of breath
but in all reality kid u know ya lacking skills
a drug dealer? naw i ain't ever packing pills
i know ya mad cause ya girl blows me more then windmills
and ya bars come colder then december windchills
u the man on fire but i don't mean denzel washington
cause my infared beams are the the ones that's watching him
fuck johnnie cockhran i won't need a lawyer, guilty
cause i'm the person u wannabe but never will be
take shots at me, i don't care, feel free son
providing for my child is why i rap, my #1 reason
i done been through my share of struggles i ain't soft
new walls? my rhymes are hot enough to melt the paint off
parental advisory is needed when i spit cause it's ill
i got ya niggaz turning to different colors like a tylenol pill *
don't ever compare what u spit to any of my rap's son
rap's math, i'm higher like the top number of a fraction *
i'm ill ya niggaz can't see what i'm spitting, it's crazy
i'll fuck ya girl then let u take care of the baby

*tylenol pills are red and white
*i'm on top, not meaning which number is higher

(*can't believe he used gun talk, so played*)