They call me stomach on the block, pushin neva constipated
The D done made it, please stop the hatin/
I can't stop drinkin, lean in my cup, Hood is faded/
I'm hungry, yall eight and red but can't stop the greatest/
a lyricist, you feelin this, got money like a capo/
business man, comin wit mo ideas than a light bulb/
hannibal lyrics, on the mic i go psycho/
dat computer flow, neva will i make a typo/
only nigga where i'm from, that flow like this
only nigga where i'm from, that sell crack and sniff/
only nigga where i'm from, that got a loaded clip/
only nigga where i'm from, that smoke weed and piff/ (shit)
If i run up and see chips, DS gone make you lay/
shit aint changed like the qb for green bay/
strapped up, black T and my jersey got 23/
you like shaq wit pads, you dont belong in my leaugue/
fiends stay hungry so the crack imma feed, to the neck/
Yo chick want AB's so C gave her the D wita flex/
you whack wit used shit, i done seen it ya styles taken/
like a plant wit out stems, just no foundation/

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I remember puttin quarters in the game and the Jukebox/
now i'm puttin quarters of them thangs in a shoe box/
Then i break em down no bags its just loose rocks/
no pump against me and the world i'm like 2pac
^^T-Rex