Why the fuck do you all suck
Stuck in that damn rut
You sit there and slam dunk
Yourself in the damn butt
so why do i stay high
to realize i am the same guy
that had everyone tell him that he wasnt shit
ill bleed and ill piss
youll see that your ripped
im sinkin your ship
just cuz you blinked and i flipped
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you gots mad flow, dissin this game
tryina get tha fame,
its like a double diss,
cuz ur in it mayng,
n gues whut, ur on Our ship,
Network fity fo,
battlin shit,
smokin on tha dro,
droppin ill raps with phat flo,
shit its pimped,
this x i pop, drop that jaw,
neva a flaw, thiz shitz all raw,
tha minds tricked, n mentaly tweakin,
freakin tha bitch into tha weekEnd.
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yo, i smoke tha chronic to forget who i am/
shit, as i write this rap i got a blunt in my hand/
and whatchu know about x, boy you need to try mine/
my shit will make you roll, while your losin yo mind/
boy whatchu know about drugs, whatchu know about thugs?/
whatchu know about crack, and whatchu know about bud?
whatchu know about Crips, and whatchu know about bloods?
whatchu know about clips, and whatchu know about slugs?
boy, shut tha fuck up, cuz you aint about shit!/
im tha one that be dealin tha shit, and slangin tha brick/
boy i own tha block, and boy, i own a glock/
and im feelin really scrappy when ive blown tha rock/
yeah i hit tha crack, smoke the bud, and pop tha x/
and theres tellin which nigga im gon drop next/
it might be him, it might might be slim, it might be you/
and when i finish yo ass im comin for yo crew/
boy i know a nigga that be sellin tha guns/
so what makes yo ass think that i dont own one/
boy fuck one, because i own about three/
that .45, mini glock, and nine, is stickin wit me/
and you really dont know, really dont have a clue/
about what my crazy ass could fuckin do to you/
yeah, by now youve prolly figured out that im 'crazed'/
boy, i could kill you in about hundred diffrent ways/
you dont know tha ways i can afflict the pain/
and tha crack that i have will really fuck up yo brain/
just like a cotton mouth, my ass is really mean/
if you think yo ass can take me, then your livin a dream/
and you need to wake up, like you been smokin ice/
then you can finally figure out that my ass aint nice.
dirty south nigga. u cant hang!
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its all about d x tasy, cocain and weed i got da flow dat will stick to da street. packing my heat, never cold! i got enough metal to make any mothafucker folt. da story was told. quite like a prophecy. now every phin on the industry wants me! my name they b calling n-m-e's keep on falling! since 13 ive been on balling. stawling, da law! check my file no need to flaw. i earned my criminal record, im da king never da shepord. i sport DESERT EAGLES see me slanging cruising on my regals. i come worst than vietnam keep da fire worst than sadam. fools know my name im da best when it comes to my game fuck da fame i do it for the need! i could give a fuck make ur team bleed!
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Youz reppin da dirty south, IM in it, like aint no fucken mimick,
i spit shit dips n dap ya,
reppin tha vic, 250,
n the crips cap ya,
im smoken on the dro, while the bloods stab ya,
hoodrats run thru the streets,
carz wit nos, race tha police,
bumpin beats on gheakers, 15" speakers,
petal to tha metal with 360 dolla sneakerz
I got 7 houses across the Nation, X is my crazy creation,
guarded with souljaws rappin n reppin tha streets,
half dem niggaz strapped with nines gold plated,
while they fingaz on tha triggaz, whoz next fa
some annihilation from da biggest.
I pop the XTC, N smoke the weed,
sniff tha blow, n sell fa ppls drug need,
they fiene n call up the tripple six nine,
im there fa they green, n its gona blast em like Mine indeed,
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what the fuck is these kids talkin
bout crip walkin and pissin and chalk n
they all wanna be tough
im from the D that street 'nough
so come to the murder capital and be thug
you weak bums
all talkin bout nine's
clamin you slangin and bangin round with the times
i sound off the 12
realize i am hell
send to your ass to dwell
im ringin the bells
hey yo guess what
crack is cool
this kids talkin shit when his brain is a pool
ive done all that shit
but i dont brag about it
only a fake ass cat think he should tag around it
cuz round my way
i see what crack really does
it aint for no thugs
all it does is destroy love
so fuck you
ill crush you
your just a faggot ass
but...ok....your mom loves you
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