Rap aint a game, man, this is war, n i've got a purple heart
In the streets they "call it murder" how i'm tearin u apart
U don want beef wit me, betta head for the door when i enter
Cuz even the flag that your reppin got an herb in the center
Tryin to "run me over" wit ur rhymes, 2 bad the curb hit ya fender
U get food thrown at u on stage, n its the only way u be earnin the cheddar

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