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Nobody Crosses Me
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Kingpin Skinny Pimp
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[Skit from the movie "Scarface"] Any nigga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die Bullets they pop, suckers they drop My sunroof cracked for the drive-by Notice that I'm King of Kings when you nail me to that stick Whether I die or whether I live still killers they squashin' shit Set slippin' is how you come, I been project boy too long I representing O to the G, dedicated to the streets, splittin' domes When I blast on yo ass I must empty my clip Screamin' out "die motherf*cker" Point blank range then he hit that dip I'm thinkin' of homicide then suicide I'm livin' a hard life with gigantic thuggish thoughts Let me tell you what my hood is like Murderer, burglar, robbers niggas they hangin' and bangin' and swangin' and flamin' them AK's and hay When niggas be slippin' we be gankin', maintainin' on that pay Cause you gon' be down when you be down If you stab me in my back You either gon' swim you either gon' drown I'm serious mane, when the doors get kicked down Nobody can duck "What about his mother and kids?" nigga I don't give a f*ck! [Scratches from the song Scarface] I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plots I got some rocks, a sub-zero mask, two clips and a Glock Ain't gon' tolerate no hatred from you monkey-ass clowns Smilin' and frontin' and back stabbin', I'mma lay yo busta ass down Now stop cryin' son of a bitch, I ain't shot ya yet My automatic *ri-zat-ti-zat-* and left his baby nuts wet I'm thinkin' of another smooth plan, see me and this hoe set up a plot She been f*ckin' this nigga for life, three months that love gon get 'em back You better listen because this bitch they act the same all over the world Game is played for the paper, never free Now she's walkin' down the stairs I'm on the phone, she claimin' this nigga snorin too loud It's time to make my move To da crank my bucket and head to the closet, fool she knock him out I'm in the back yard, jumpin' over bushes, jumpin' on the porch, the door unlocked I sneaked through the living room, crawlin' up the steps - I think I'm at the stash spot The dope was missin', a bitch start screamin, a nigga was never asleep I'm bustin' at they ass, where da dope? Nobody crosses me See I ain't no fake pimp bitch, I got hoes on the track Women dancin' in the shake junt Sendin' my money through western union I done usin' so many phones, my knuckles rusty I'm breakin' and shakin' the cryptic crowds They swear to God I'm lucky I heard that cocaine was the biggest pimp around town Since '76 the game been kind of a switched around It's more motherf*ckin' hoes on the track These junkies be sellin' they p*ssy These niggas they sellin' that crack So what, these bitches wanna bring daddy the cash That it just set it to the stack Cause I ain't dependent on yo broke ass Many pimps, they die, they lookin' half dead Cause they can't shoot the right game to the bitch heads Tr-izz-ick a b-izz-itch will br-izz-eak a b-izz-itch Well izz-am the p-izzn-imp well izz-I get r-izzn-ich Playa haters, mack invaders, roadie fakers penetrate Hatred from they f*ckin' heart, nina shots will illustrate Suckers in a casket, talkin' about the Skinny Pimp ? got me lookin' for it Cross and I'mma leave yo chest damp Look at that .45 put to yo face Motherf*cker I ain't scared to catch a case Gobber, mobber chrome thang Im f*ck you off in no trace like fake We livin' up in the days where the killers don't give a f*ck We dumpin' a hollow in yo skull, Memphis niggas tooo buck I'm from the side where the killers like to start a riot f*ck you up cause you can't duck, I'm advertisin' homicides Ain't no clan thicker than my clan See I got a gang in different states ... gotta come with evil plans To take you out this gutter I do too, you knew too This street mentality bitch-ah, I dare you To come into my hood flippin' with no f*ckin' scrap You slippin' into a drive-by, I'm hittin' that water You takin' eternal naps Shoot 'em down, shoot you down with my .45 G-L-O-C Mean I with this mask to my face The bounty hunters cannot stop a fugitive on the run Lookin' suspicious, runnin' from choppers Drinkin' straight Vodka, keepin' my mobber Hangin' with Triple Six, Gimisum robbers Imma let my heat cause destruction I ain't cappin' Boom-boom-boom! No duckin' I'm doin' a 1-8-7 biatch
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