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2 Worlds Pt. 2
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Ohhh we had to do this sh*t to 'em again man I need to make these n***as right Wo (Wo) Look! I started off, n***as hard and soft But acting hard and raw Sneak dissing, you retarded Raw, they wasn't smart at all Shoot 'em up, Then I watch 'em fall F**k that b*t*h and kick her like a soccer ball Pull up on her pu**y just to pop it off Double life and a n***a been stressin' Played your song, damn that sh*t was depressin' N***as flexin' in studio sessions Bad b*t*h and I swear she a blessin' Boy I'm the man, you rap and don't got a plan Free my little bro off the gang You play with me, I'm let that sh*t blam And where you stand is where you gon' land, Wow Drop my new sh*t, its exclusive How I do dis' they be clueless The way I'm killing these rappers, its ruthless But I pity the fool 'cause they stupid N***as talk crazy, won't do sh*t (Talking stupid) Talking that looselip, They already long as a pool stick And we uhaul when we move sh*t Running looselip, bro got blue tips But be ducking n***as on some guc sh*t Pulling f**king triggers on a nuisance But I'm not a gangsta I be coopin' F**k her on monday and call her a cutie I'm f**king another b*t*h by Tuesday No f**king, no n***a I'm toting a tooly These b*t*hes don't mean nothing to me Hollow thrills, I don't swallow pills, I'm bout my dolla' bills A real n***a, cause my father real but people plot and kill Real n***a, you should f**king know And its double S f**king O, we'll f**k your ho And we'll slap your bro, wow When they see you down, they don't see the vision Grinding hard was a sweet decision Pocket stuffed they on Peter Griffen Now I'm making money I complete the mission B*t*hes used to block me, now they wanna jock me And she give me sloppy like her teeth is missing Bro they keep a shotty like a f**king hobby Chop a haters body now he breathing different Quarter back sh*t in the field due They keep your a** down to conceal you The killing our kids on the steel moon They'll be busting at n***as, what will do If bro see you up, I'm like kill who If he point at you imma kill you I'm out on the field and n***as be fake And I'm paraplegic, don't feel you N***a straight, she don't mind my posture Eating steak, benihanas and lobster Wish a n***a with em like Mr. Crocker Put a fo' with a sprite of a boxer Sippin' on lean so it f**k up my posture While young n***as on my roster If I ain't a chopper you gon' need a doctor Or a breathalyser, he ain't breathing properly I f**ked her throat, so she ain't speaking properly If the fans come, we ain't speaking louder, Shhh, Don't say a sound In my trap you gon' work b*t*h and don't lay around I don't like sneak dissing and don't play around If you got a problem won't don't you go say it now If your plug work with us we gon' show em some love But if he taxin' we gon' take em down Gang (Gang, Gang, gang, gang,) (Skrt, skrt) (Huh, Huh) (Wow, wow)
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