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keystyle of tha thugs
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felt like anotha thug shit so hea we go...
Rock tha block wit a glock cocked and popped a cop/ can't stop, i shot clocks to stop tha tick tock/ a wrist-watch which means i shot my own hand/ maybe i'll shoot u in tha head since u already don't seem to understand/ i'll strut a crooked crip walk right down tha middle of ur street, G/ come afta me wit ur beef shit u say u got when my gun had finally become empty/ load in a new clip, put tha barrel to tha tip/ of ur dick and pulled tha trig, now u nuttin out a clit/ a transvesti that always will test me/ tryin to best me but fuckin wit a blessed G/ leaves u dressed for tha opposite of success G/ excess baggage of a fake Easy-E who called himself a MC/ will leave u open to be killed, ur family already gettin bills/ cause we left u on tha corner wit a stomach lead-filled/ since we stabbed u wit too many pencils/ skinned u like Hannibal, to make a mammal stencil/ official death of this wretched wannabe thug/ standin face to face wit me, toe to toe, our noses touch/ but u fall quick and u know betta then to get back up/ u got fucked ova on luck now all that's left is to cluck/ bitches holdin gats wishin to hold me back/ but even 18 guys puttin me in stitches couldn't hold me back/ imma attack ur sak wit a semi auto-mac/ give u black and blue-balls, can u handle that?/ tha fact of tha mat is the ter has disappeared/ ova ter, come hea, man fuck nelly, i'll kill him i swear/ if he ever come near, wit his country grammar/ slap him so he speaks jus a lil more clearer/ i commited a breakin and enterin on my own house/ cause i'm on lock down, but i stole my keys, now i'm locked out/ wat was that about? i don't know, y don't u tell me/ then i'll tell ya, we can all go back to nelly/ man fuck that, i ribbed his ass enough already/ too many things rhyme wit nelly...kelly, hell's key, as well as sell these thoughts to all who have ever felt me/ gone is my mind, went to tru thugs divine/ place in tha sky where i'll be damned sure to get mine/ i'll meet u there biggy, tupac, and 50 cent/ but flip it and i'll meet u there Eminem.../
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