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Yo. You recognize this yet? You better find respect. I'll let it slide, I guess. I'll set aside the tech. I'm dead if if they let us in this Place I'm mashing. When you rappers gonna learn to Stop playing in traffic? Suck my dick, better yet, swallow a cactus. Sip Jack with a big fat bottle of aspirin. Matter of fact, bring a six-pack and a Magnum For the cops 'cause I'm click-clack, coming out Blasting. Bottom line, killer, I'm hot and can't be Touched. Unlike Missy, we hot 'cause we cook that Dust. And them hammers dope making dudes ooze like Pus. And the streets talking gossip of drugs and Such. 'Bout an ounce, kilo, and how they stack They bucks. Your game is like going through luggage 'cause you got no luck. Fight the fuss, kid gon' bite the dust 'cause There's just some things that you cannot touch, These motherfuckers think we playing. I got my Mac, my gun go clack when My AK starts spraying. Get the fuck back, killer, I'm a boss. Wanna talk, best stay strapped, you bitch, we ain't Playing. I'm saying if you wanna get your ass Blown up and lay down this night so we Can get it cracking. I got my vest on My chest you What? Yo. Tonic shots and I'm outside your most favorite Rapper's mansion with a handgun holding your wife For ransom. We never talk, we walk, Look at you dancing. You fadders in and out Of fashion quicker than Hanson. Fasten your seatbelt for the ride of your life. For talk's sick, I might slide in your wife For the right price. I might arrive with a Forty-five, this caliber chrome, my style'll be on With house and home. If I shoot, you going To tell the gunshots. So I bring the lead up out of its Shell. Take the wind up out of your sail. Shots from the Mac-10 spin up out of the Barrel. They say the odds are against me, so I ain't leaving until my odd flow make them Odds even. Look, it's K-R, two Ds in my Name. Been out of Cali for four years, I'm Back to remain. These motherfuckers think we Playing. I got my Mac, my gun go clack When my AK starts spraying. Get the fuck back, killer, I'm a boss. Wanna talk, best stay strapped, you bitch, we ain't Playing. I'm saying if you wanna get your ass Blown up and lay down this night so we Can get it cracking. I got my vest on My chest if you testing the fair bass. It's guesswork part two, that's what's up. So homeboys, grab your straps and ride with us. Put your nickels, dimes, and dubs up. It's two twisted in the middle with a thumb Tucked. Bow down or run up, catch me in A big body Benz. Holler at my forty-five, suckers better duck. It's no tricking, it's big pimping. Ask the homie Snoop, he know for getting it Like Short. Hit on them two block, they know That the players walk. Two hawks, yeah, there's real dogs. Getting it on like G-Dub. Let's get high, roll the weed up. Either you ride or pee seed up. Decked out in the cut, fresh from the cannabis Cup. Either she's rolling with me or I'm rolling With her. At this point, pass the joint, anything Can occur. I might just bang it in the Car like my rims on the curb.