now my weed is green,like a toddler's shittin,
but im spittin,it's how im livin dats hittin,
tryin to get people to like u now matter how fake it be,
but watch how u say it or do it, when u facin me,
cause i come smack down,hit it hard like a meteorite,
and i aint got to say it twice cause u readin me rite,
cause wat i do is real,and i dont play around wit,
i drop mice's "check check" as soon as da sound hit,
and my tracks stay fresh,like a constant appearence,
but i aint got to try,cause it's social clearance,
buts its funny wat i can do to u when u go act up,
get jacked up,smacked up,now back up,befor u get ya face slapped,
juss pop in da cd to ya car, u aint gotta listen to dat eight track,
you aint gotta remember,cause u no u caint erase dat,

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