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Yo I hope this n***a’s ready now, if the camera’s on Roscoe after this, yo ya’ man is gone He’ll big [?] his man in thongs and Jimmy Choo pumps ‘Cause personally this n***a’s a b*t*h and it’s fact, and he really do suck Yeah I really moved up From packs of crack to platinum plaque I’ll show you where the action’s at I’m action-packed ya’ raps is wack I’ll ride over you in my Murciélago ‘til the axle crack You ask for that then after that You gon’ ask why I run around with nines and .40’s To body chumps, then throw ya’ body in the trunk, like Nas and N.O.R.E I’m speaking the truth I’m squeezing the truth It’s gon’ be more than ya’ project house with a leak in the roof And after this Mook and Roscoe ain’t gon’ be speaking to you And I’ll call you Z Rex, because I’m sleeping on you I’m a grown man, my own man and I squeeze the fifth I body Un and leave him hanging in the freezer brick And got Maine crying like ‘I can’t believe this sh*t Rex I just brung him, now he laying on the cement stiff’ So when the eight’ll blast It’s gon’ hit his chest, but his whole background gon’ be gone like we erased his past I swear this Un n***a make me laugh The hammer on me, you stunting and clueless like Stacey Dash Ya’ death on my conscience is something I won’t hate to have You gon’ die now, Keith Sweat couldn’t make it last I was allergic to school, I used to shake in class Daddy just died, and I shoulda been out making cash In third grade they found razors in my Lakers bag I’m a criminal, I learnt aiming playing laser tag These hoes love me but dudes hate it when I appear I don’t stop stunting, I keep sh*tting like diarrhea The arm rocky, chains rocky, but by my ear Frozen to go next to it you need hockey gear I’m c*cky yeah ‘cause my team is strong Guns is working, my beams is on Start respecting me, [?] Watch Times Square I called it 42nd Street I merc’ you where you earn on my chain, now you could rest in peace You testing T what’s the reason dummy? I use the pump like my breathing funny Huh, you know I need the money Been starving on the streets, it’s bummy So I found a white broad that cook cheese, she like Kelly Bundy Un respect the Rex man, we keep them mags on us And we’ll push ya’ wig back like a bad barber I wanted the TT, but the Jag’s harder It’s half lemon fruit green pink slash guava It’s nothing to catch a body but the plan is To get away, without tossing the cannons Dog, I hit ya’ block with big nickels of that tan sh*t It was all butter like the popcorn damn shrimp A couple slugs’ll make his van flip off the Van Wyck They asking where the van went, it vanished I’m a thug, I just happen to rhyme I’m the hell up in Harlem like Tommy Gibbs I’ll show you what a shottie is What a purple-color Maserati is I’m the Bruno Magli kid That’s known to get hot, from the Ducati twins and the teriyaki Benz I got the watch with the meanest cuts Might see me with the meanest sl*ts, blunts with the greenest guts Cherry eyes when I steam the dutch Talk slick ya’ whole team get touched With all the beams and pumps Why’s that my whole team is nuts Porsche truck colored cream and pus And the seats colored cream and plum And my [?] colored cream and rum f**k ice the whole team is numb I’ma spit ‘til ya’ demons come I used to split cheese and crumbs Now it’s 16’s, beats and drums I got enough fire to heat the slums Got a [?] got the razor got the quarter come and eat with us I’m sick of hearing this talking, you saying what weapon you gon’ aim I keep mine clutch just like the last seconds of the game Un, we don’t play around So why shoot in the air? This gun I got it f**k around and bring a plane down I run around, I ain’t tryna be f**ked wit’ My mob deep and I ain’t talking who Prodigy f**k wit’ You try it you duck quick, I promise you buck prick This nine’ll be tucked d**k you in hospitals done stiff If you front that’s when I’ma shoot you Watch how I’ma do you I ain’t tryna Amadou you I’ma put a rocket through you Put you in the tub then stick a socket to you That’s the real meaning of a n***a tryna sock it to you Put you in hoe clothes and try to prostitute you Take this man hood, then take his manhood Listen, I’ll leave him under the ground Matter fact where the cement at, I’ma put him under it now I’ma tell you why ya’ name Un, you ain’t got no guns So I’ma put you under the grave Let me tell you something Stop playing games with me You gon’ keep on running and I’ma buck it, I be aiming the heat You under order protections Running under Rex, hanging under the Diplomats sucking d**k You ‘bout to be under cement You playing with the wrong n***a now Un You ain’t got, no guns, you ain’t got, no funds I’m about to leave him under that Where the ground at, I’ma leave him under that He don’t want none of that Keep on playing, I ain’t acting dog I ain’t with the rapping dog He keep fronting I’ma smack his glasses off Now who asked you? Got beef, I’ma buck at you Through a roof of a bug-eye coupe, colored Clorox blue Chain, clothes, it’s all not you It’s on at you, what you think, I’m some four-eyed fool? Motherf**ker this is all I do Yo crowd he a small fry, I’ma fry him up I eat small frys too Better yet he a turkey burger So you know what that mean? I let a gun that’s the size of a turkey burn ya’ That’ll make you sloppy joe, even papi know I got a 12-gauge Mossberg shottie flow That’ll have everybody asking ‘where his body go?’ Like Geronimo, adios, vamanos Go on ‘long shorty, go and play dominoes I’m with the papi’s motherf**ker, cooking chopping snow Yo, I’m a buck-ass fool, I cut crack too Dog who the f**k asked you, you b*t*h It’s a bunch of n***as getting money in this world that I’m tryna fix Everybody ate except Rex and I acknowledged it So with my four I ain’t hiring but I’m firing Inf’ on it, so I hit everything, I ain’t tryna miss I ain’t tryna pitch ‘cause the hustlers ain’t the same n***as snitching out here, the customers they done changed I’ll put one in ya’ jugular and ya’ brains And leave with everything, from ya’ truck to ya’ brick of ‘caine n***a my goons gotta blast, D-O-T hat and mask Wit’ big guns, that’s two times what Dirty Harry had Your shirt is used to catch the blood, it’s a maxi pad sh*t I’m off the meter, they just took me out a taxi cab See I relax and laugh seeing Un actually gasp ‘Til I MAC his ass, like a b*t*h that I had to bag This n***a mad ‘cause his car all crashed up Going through the hood wit’ his front all smashed up You see me I’m doing 60 in a Jag truck Wit’ two broad splitting my pole like it ain’t bad luck I had luck, but see battling ain’t cool Rap’s wrestling, my flow’s “Ravishing” Rick Rude I carry the big tool, got him holding his chest Bleeding all on the floor ‘cause there’s a hole in his chest Un, my Dot gang rush fast like the swat king We real like Batman clothes, we will not change Them hot thangs got him weaving ‘til the cops came Then he start talking like a parakeet that’s not trained So for my mozzarella doggie we could pop each other I’ll have his heart with no beat; it went acapella Rex mean, but when I put the Dots together You could murder ya’ family and put ya’ whole block together I had a hot Beretta but I had to cool it off It’s like a Muslim fight, it’s gon’ knock his kufi off I let the Uzi off, and shoot until this moolie off You gon’ have a scar face and I don’t mean the movie dog I do record, but I’m nothing like ya’ newest artist You just a walking bull’s-eye, you a moving target My car gets to 160 on the dash It got a G-Unit clip, it shoot 50 at yo’ ass Yo you looking at the marijuan’, half-Megatron Mixed with methadone, he gon’ call Farrokhan I shoot shots in ya’ face ‘til ya’ head is gone The guns, fatigues, my squad’s like Lebanon Pies, cookies, cakes like Pepperidge Farm I got work on me, I think I need a extra arm Jackets, vests, gats all extra large Ya’ team, ya’ squad, best to be extra hard I got a 40 cal, it’ll rip ya’ chest apart Come and test the god, I will put you next to God Bang this sh*t, nod ya’ head, crash ya’ car I know n***as that rep that five like that Astro star You ain’t got, half my bars You ain’t got half my scars motherf**ker I’ll have ya’ n***as duck in doors And Roscoe he gon’ duck under cars motherf**ker Listen, me, I only do this rap sh*t that’s for the clout and fame That’s ‘cause I been running birds like the Falcons game I got the picture just so I could shoot him out the frame ‘Cause these slugs gon’ make him jump around like House of Pain My connect’s Colombian, I can’t pronounce his name He help me box on my block, I go pound-for-pound with haze So all that drastic talk, only get ya’ casket bought Pop him while he falling pull his sleeve and take his jacket off So on my own I just established the bonds I’m well-respected, well-connected like Marion was See the reason why I carry the snub To leave him on the underground railroad, right where Harriet was I’m a dog man, I carry the plugs I gotta scratch, I can’t quit, I can’t b*t*h, Un, that’s in my blood I got a shotgun built in my tub So if you run in, while I’m wit’ ya’ woman, you catching a slug He the type to get robbed in broad day, while his b*t*h was there Before I take ya’ wallet and ya’ chain, I’ma fix her hair Hoes think I’m cute but I’m ugly, we see through different mirrors ‘Cause my features and my attitude could show a different man You wanna battle to win a name for yourself, I been had it Diss T you dig a grave for yourself, I been clapping Emcees should be ashamed for hisself He just a b*t*h and a snitch without a name on his belt I could get a lil’ kid to merc’ you ‘Cause your father’s a snitch, you was raised by a rat like a Ninja Turtle Did it dawn on you, that ya’ b*t*h digging me now? She giving me things, while you locked in the penal Yo she foul, the way she led you on Talking ‘bout she’ll wait, but she glad you gone You upstate locked down, doing ya’ bid She doing sex wit’ ya’ man while she doing the kid Yo I’m all in ya’ crib, stash and ya’ chips Smashing ya’ b*t*h you supposed to get While you beating ya’ d**k I’m getting head in ya’ whip She ain’t wanna tell ‘cause she scared you’ll flip On who? Me or her? Her or me? I’m a mill’ you a G you a gram I’m a key And you f**king with me you better have a plan B We real n***as, Dipset family I make money, that’ll stop ya’ bank roll Drop my earrings in ya’ drink make ya’ sh*t ice-cold you faggot n***as don’t like me, ‘cause I'm not on my block and I’m fronting I got one of them type of cars, took off the block wit’ the button n***as ain’t like me in my hood when I was plotting and fronting But gimme three feet, I ain't reaching in these pockets for nuttin' See me plotting diddy bopping as my enemies watch Semi c*cked wit’ many shots to take my enemy’s watch Why hesitate? I’m one of them insane dudes that aim tools Have you eating p*ssing sh*tting and sipping all through the same tube Run wit’ me or run from me the main mood The landlord of the block, know how many n***as I made move? Jim, you know these gangs around my way Thought my drugs was blood, ‘cause I stay on the strip wit’ nine treys A crackhead b*t*h that’ll strip for nine treys Now check it, I got the blood of a dinosaur n***a I done came back, see I done died before n***a I promise y'all n***as Butter all in the gate I done climbed the wall n***a, it’s time for war n***a, no time to call n***as See a hundred dudes surrounding y'all n***as wit’ rounds and raw triggers All types of mines and gallons of war liquids You got a meeting with death take your calendar off n***a See, I was built with the talent to off n***as You got your talent from talent your talent is off n***a Once I got in the game you was bound to get crossed n***a Put into bounds, f**k it you bound to get lost n***a Wild in a Porsche n***a They say that I remind them of Alan I boss n***as I’m styling of course n***a I’m the only dude pop Cristal in the court n***a I pass the judge a cup, take his gavel and walk n***a I’m wilder than y’all n***as I’m just being T so I’m violent to y'all n***as Jim, I just want some moments of silence from y'all n***as I'm sick of hearing all of this arrogant talk n***a You running like the meters on cabs of New York n***a I’m packing the four n***a, MAC or the four n***a, it’s actually on n***as Man, look the beam is actually on n***as I’m packing the MAC in the back of the Ac’ in the Ford, n***a Ayo Roscoe, everybody know you ain’t going to the Big 12, or the Final Four ‘Cause he run around pumping a punk-ass baby dinosaur Y’all n***as should know, while you pop and eat pills, I hop in sweet wheels I pop and squeeze steel, you’ll stop and be still Y’all n***as ain’t real, you’s money you ass I rep ya’ block, but ya’ money ain’t cash I’m still on the block pumping that sh*t, stomping that sh*t n***as y’all gon’ start running and quick We can jab all day, bring that ass all day You seen me springing bricks on the ave all day And the ave’s Broadway, aves and all yays Bricks and [?], pump with more haze And all that sh*t you spitting is old, you battled Lex wit’ it Nah you a faggot n***a, you got a thong under them jeans, have sex wit’ it Come and mess wit’ it And if it wasn’t for your man holding you down I’d probably leave you with the TEC wetted Snitch on the Rex and try to go to witness protection Un, ask the cops, there’s no way a witness protected When I start aiming the Smith and this Wesson and point the sh*t in his section 45th gon’ run in different directions ‘Cause the Dots came to damage dudes We put red dots on n***as like PlayStation analogs Don’t make me dig up in my pants or drawers Once that cannon drawn, it spit bullets that’s the size of cannonballs But why run ‘cause you don’t know how far these cannons go Once this cannon burst it turn a man into a cantaloupe I can’t lie I can’t stand this n***a ‘Til there’s three in his frame like a family picture And the Dots a whole camp of n***as While ya’ real crew is just mildew, they some hamper n***as Let’s get it on, when I aim the four I bet you five these bullets f**k up the tracks on his train of thought I’m the drunk Ali, now you know it though ‘Cause I found some strings on a boat of coke I called it the rope-a-dope Any time that I aim the gat It’s Bermuda Triangle retaliations, he never came back So if Un want war I let the four blast him So he could feel death coming like a orgasm I can’t lie I got massive cake I hit his block wit’ a Glock and a ashy face So please don’t come at me K Or forensics gon’ have to find him a body to match his face f**k the judge and perhaps a case Any witness ever thought about the stand they had passed away On the block I got raws and eighths You probably thought I was a jeweller, I’m send him to the pearly gates If this n***a want grams, ask for more than eight I’m responsible for that rate down in Morgan State Let me catch this n***a trying some sh*t I’ma send him to the crossroads, but he ain’t driving a lick You make a move then a nine’ll be grip You gon’ go on a heaven vacation, ‘cause I think it’s time for a trip All y’all rap n***as dive on my d**k ‘Cause you seent me in the coupe no roof or that Impala with tints See I’m a Dot soldier, I will pop fo’ ya’ Beef on the streets ask n***as, I get Glock: coma I don’t answer to nobody, I’m a motherf**king boss b*t*h Keep talking you gon’ wonder where ya’ arms went I shoot you in ya’ mouth it exit through ya’ armpit Jump out pointing my Lorcin, like this my strip And all them chains that you got, now that’s my sh*t I’m a 645 you a motherf**king Sidekick I’m [?] Cavalli, a n***a you should ride with Pies flip nines spit yeah I’m on some live sh*t You a groundhog n***a on some hide sh*t I’m all day, got the gun, outside sh*t What you know about Big Daddy Kane? Alpo, Rich Porter, big daddy ‘caine White Porsche, white seats, flip heavy ‘caine Jump out, white sweats, big heavy chain That’s Harlem motherf**ker, sh*t never change Rex keep fronting and I’ma put six in ya’ brain and I’m out When it’s war I handle things with my .44 mag Un talk sh*t that just made my .44 mad Now look, it was one n***a and 44 bags Never cleant it, leave it dirty, treat my .44 bad It’s a old school gun, I named by .44 [?] I ain’t got it then f**k it, he getting 44 stabs Last SMACK, he said he had 44 Jags I asked him where they at, now he say the 44’s crashed D-O-T blasting like 44 cabs He had one stomach, now he gon’ have 44 abs I’ma break his leg every time he take off his cast Been in 44 jails, made up 44 [?] Locked up 44 times, made 44 bails Everybody wanna dribble, f**k is it 44 [?]? Had 44 Glocks, gave him 44 shots Came to the block then I got, 40 more Glocks After that told Roscoe to give him 44 shots After that I’ma put 20’s plus 40’s on the drop Easy
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