Da Hustla
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PreZidict
This nigga claim he hard for years you had weak lines
Can't figure out what race i am so u bite the color of my rhymes
Stop Trippin' and step back cause i hit the record book hard
Wait for me to throw another punch and all u'll see is birds & stars
Youngin-fresh is wack to jada not jigga nigga u a wigga
And was that a difficult word and it will take u weeks to figure
Wow chill out son don't let a prep town get to ya damn head
My punches leave u dead and way further than a underground bed
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Im not bad shit....n y ya missin me bastids
Leave nigga's in da past like history-classes
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