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you really thought a nicca like me would get laced
go ahead stand there lookin' red in the face
u didn't know.....i'm like thirty dirty three eights
lyrical murder victims i create never hesitate
i'm fukin' wit them heavy weights
i make mental states levitate
i got crooked niccas runnin straight
skeered and no debate no time to conversate
while this creative mind operates fools retaliate
crews i annihalate lyricly violate
ya whole demo tape,ya runny flows i desicate
u talk a lot and still ain't got shit ta' say
like frito lays,i can't never just eat one
make mc's feel da heat from this risin' sun
wit loaded guns my squads be da only ones
blessed wit golden tongues from young
oppositions duck taped at the ankles,
neck strangled body mangled beef is handled
fuk a scandle or how they scrap wit they pits an' bats
i'm swift wit gats how u gon' feel wit' live grenades in ya lap.

**since i was born i had screws loose,
while u looked at blues clues,
da streets was teachin me how to bruise crews
**i stayed wit' da duce-duce,
still stay wit da duce,duce, (leavin' holes in dese niccas)
they followed dey nose to dese bullets like fruit loops

i got no love for most of these so called thugs
i bang for da cause but don' fuk wit crips n bloods
my heart is frigid,feel da frost when i dip,dodge n' pivit
lifes been hard, u couldn't get God to live it
can't tell who da friends is,nicca's see bars and be singin'
fear in dey hearts they don't wanna get scar'd up in prison
death to dese snitches tellin' for less time on dey sentence
den get home and boast 'bout how much dey been benchin'
i leave niccas limpin' like dey name was orange juice simpson
i was trained by experts in da way dat da tek works
put it to his chest,yet da back of neck worst
clap(brrrrrrrrrraaatttttttt)fuk tryin' to gain his respect first
fist fights i don't do,promised never to exert
though i'm good wit'da' hands and ive mastered da leg work
why tire myself out when i can just make ya head burst