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Nigga, I'm gonna come, nigga. Yeah, here I am, nigga. Here we are, nigga. And we ain't alone, nigga. We got 100 million niggas behind us, Standing next to us, nigga. And we gonna bring war. Ayo, my rhyme scheme look like a crime scene. Crib so deep in the woods, you need high Beams. Bitches sip the Sprite, I'm smoking lime Green. Benz coupe the same color as lima beans. Tryna push a seven quarter in the rain. I'm tryna put frozen water in the chain. Clutch shooter, ice water in my vein. Leave bullet holes the size of a quarter in Your brain. Fuck this rap shit, tryna get caught Up with you lames. Niggas burn 'cause they getting Caught up in the flames. The projects, niggas tryna get a dollar. Crack sales off the bench like a Gaddala. Niggas got beef, tell them niggas holler. The stick sour twist more wigs than a parlor. You fuck around, get your goods took. It's like Craig Mack in here, it's not gon' Be a good look. Hard to put down like A good book. You'd think Drake was in this Bitch the way I give niggas a good hook. Push the stupid one of five to the killer Tape. I tailor-made proper to compliment the dimes And dinner plates. Military chopper opera, Kush candy hotbox the copper. Cookies and chocolate, I'm a mobster. Not to lecture, but under pressure they say the Quality is lesser. But if you got both, then it's a blessing. Lines is water through the heart yo. Slaughter your whole shit, retarded though the Genuine article. Energy weather changing, peep the outcome. I turn matter to metal performing Pimps alchemy. Press the squad guaranteed to leave your folks Lifeless. Walk ups, ops get dropped like coke Prices. Fuck this rap shit, the game'll give you Stomach cramps. I'd rather hit Nevada, open up a Bunny ranch. Fuck 100 shows, I need 100 packs. I'm where the money goes, where the money at. Only in the realm I trust. Dead rappers whole career in three months. Asiatic, packing a four-matic. Crazy habits, only publish the truth in tablets. Put me in front of the mic and I'm Dynamite. Produce sonic bites that's virgin vagina Tight. Every lyrical image I paint is out of Sight. What makes you ever think you feel that You rhyming right? Write so many lines I gotta Revamp. Assassinations through vocal tones shatter The preamp. Convert drugs to rap money. Your whole yearly salary to me is just tax Money. The science is applied and God blesses the Child. I grab the pen and push the message Through the crowd. I rock the crowd like Rakim In '86. Sevens mix, pay me in dollars, I give you common sense. I lived in the trap before I knew rap. It was bang bang, click clack before the boom Bap. Before I would ask, "Where that beat at?" Nights I would dip, I would pig, rocking that Ski mask. Pull up where you eat at for Practice. Run the jewels, why I stick you like A cactus. I want the food and that cash Under that mattress. Don't be a fool 'cause if You fool this, I'm pulling the tool it's. Rip Stick the ruler with a Ruger. Look, I shot through your Uber. Industry knows my smile, the streets know I'm a Shooter. Pharaoh with the Pharaoh, nine tucked in The apparel. Rolling through the city smacking Rappers like Diddy. Take graphic with sick tactics, masterful, Get blasted. Crafty, you get shafted, I'm hazardous. Baltimore taking it all, reads the caption. I'm weird man, time for some action, distraction.
Onyx, SickFlo, Planet Asia, Tha God Fahim — Fucc Dis Rap Shit
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