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IP:
this is Da Nigma verse:
yes yes check it ok
yo you wanna run your mouth ta lock down// well you only say this shit when im not around
come on dogg your pants are runin lke draino//
come up in ya face and ya pants turn yellow
i know ou scard dawg bt there should be a prob// so i slam ya faceon he edgeof door knob you like it tho mad wit the flow overload you weak rapper ta the point ya blow
lock load aim i blow,im on the set //popin perknsets
nigga im bout wild out// eat ya mom out// than bombe like saidam's house
so the rhymes that you kick aint really don shit// every word you was kickin was bitch bitch bitch um dick//
now son i know how you can fix that//
first wal off this stag and neva come back//
cause once you walk throught door// im bringn baseball bats//
and i neva strike neva miss im to tight //aight
blood ova my throne// as i bash his nose//
blood clot or not// the rats ar gonna feast on your rote//
this is the spot wher i muder mc//
yu can calll me the executioner pull the lever seeeeeheeeeee (Electrocuted)
ima murder you son hahah outro for the hot mistro passme th mic man no more games hahah its ova death is promised nigga
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fuck man this is just me i could be me i quote myself
RJay AkA NIGMA
-Jay- Z Come in get me-
I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in
Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin
but when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fuck
Ignorant bastard, I'm takin it back to day one
No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun
For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun
well here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic
Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street
You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep
Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet
but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep
S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs
Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother
I'm a crook like you, I took like you
I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you
How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo
I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me..
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