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doin pushups in the sand, i look at myself as a man/
with the physical manifestation of the grim reaper in my right hand/
call it toast, u can call it a gat or a mak/
u'll meet it if ur trap spit sumn to make me react/
i'm a gangsta nigga, so u can catch me totin an uzi/
call me a 'blak nigger' i be quik to retreat the chamber smoothly/
let the gunpowder set then let up 50 missiles out my pistol/
rupturin ur cerrebellum so the smallest of your worries is scar tissue/
in my hood we all carry arms, find sum heat real warm in my palm/
fuk around and lil meesha and ray-ray's daddy gone be gone/
truss me the ak-47 be quik to relieve you/
and i'mma retrace ur steps so i can eliminate each one of ur ppl/

lemme change it up

its crystal clear us familia cats dnt feel fear/
u runnin ur mouf dawg? u cud easily push a wheelchair/
my rhymes wreck lives like the pure white i supply/
niggas chillin in bathrooms, snortin like vacuums/
out here it rains hollows, but if u rock a vest u prepared/
an if ur underwear wet comin offa the set, then u scared/
u cud go ahead an bite my lines but that aint gone help/
cos i write sick so u betta fuckin insure yourself/
make money is what i was told me and the benji's familiar/
i rep la familia, misstep i'm killin ya/


its nothin

this is what u wud call a real keystyle off top homeboy y'all stay up and rate 4 reel

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2 Tyma AKA Boy wonder