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Yeah, y'all love that underground shit, we're gonna Work it, yeah. Warm it up, warm it up. I be in the kitchen whippin' with the formula. On the rock, I make it flip and then My whip be smashin' up. If you a sucker MC, then my brothers fold ya. Can't compete, I'll be suckin' MCs, get a X. Got me gettin' fame, got me maxin' my fuckin' X. Flip it around, bitch, I'm suckin' his body Like it's a hex. All these motherfuckers wonder what I think I'm doin' next, but... Half the time, I'm not feelin' fine. Killin' pussy motherfuckers always on my mind. There's a bump to the beat like the pump Of a line. I'm the coke, I'm gonna fuckin' Pipe through your throat. Like a king with the Moat, I'm a big one made of hoax. That be steppin' out the jungle like a fuckin' Animal. I been sippin' out the drink, it got Me talkin' hella slow. Look my paper, talkin' money, think I gotta make Some more, but... Greedy motherfucker, I came up out The gutter. Listen to the fuckin' words I said, Then I shut her. I'ma take your fuckin' wifey To the bed, she get fucked up. The lead to his head, now he red and He dead. Got the bone, now bang on the Plank when you're dead. And my boys move in Like a gang of the ten. I'ma step around big, LG hit a gem. Make another body drop like weights in the gym, But... Keep with the mission, your bitch in my Face like I'm with the fuckin' cushion. I'm always in the kitchen with my niggas and We cookin'. The shorty fell love because she think I'm good lookin'. I'm the coolest motherfucker on The block. I watch a body drop. And it's a bad day to be my motherfuckin' Opps. So you pussies better stop before make it Chop like a tonna. I take the fuckin' Glock, Send that boy to Nirvana. Hit me with the smoke, burn it down, marijuana. I take his fuckin' life, leave his body with The fauna. The barrel gettin' hot like the walls In a sauna. Tryna move that shit up on You, bitch, know that you wanna. Slittin' like a samurai swing that katana. I'ma step inside the building just to not bring An order. Bangin' on his door, homie, I'ma bring the mourners. Look at my patience, I Be talkin', let it blow up all his quarters