aight u kno what i wanna drop somethin now here we go


ure names empire, u dont run shit
in real life dog, u carry empty clips

i dont care if u hatin on my style
cuz yo faggot ass, is jus in denile

i dont care if yo ass, wants to bitch some more
i spit gangsta shit, fuck corney metaphors

i dont flood my rymes wit wack ass lyrics
but all u faggot muthafuckas, just cant hear it

u lookin for dressed up rymes, n dressed up flows
u prolly jus mad, cuz u aint got no hoes

and that right there is the fuckin truth
u can be jam masterjay ill shoot up yo booth


BITCH there u go talk all the mothafuckin shit u want but read my muthafuckin signiture bitch I DONT RAP ANY WAY BITCH I ROBBBBBBBBB

o yea one mo thang, u say people wit my style dont get no where in rap? say nothin ever happens? what bout three 6 mafia bitch, what bout project pat hoe, fuck what bout master p, ALL THE DIRTY SOUTH SHIT U STUPID FUCK so holla

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20