UH... I GOT DA URGE TO DO SOME KILLING PRINCE FACE I'LL LEAVE FACELESS LYKE A ORANGE PEELING MEH AND HIS GIRL WE CHILLIAN SHE CALLIN MEH KUZZ SHE WANNA FUCC AND SHE WILLING BUT FUCC THAT BYTCH I ANI'T INTO DOING TRICKS I GOT FAST MOVE LYKE MICHEAL VICK PRINCE JUZ ANOTHA RICK JAMES BUT GOT SHOT DROP LYKE A COP THAT LOST IN THE DOPE GAME BATTLE MEH IF YOU WANT FAME BUT YET DON;'T TALK SHYT DO IT TA EARN UR NAME 1 TO DA 2 AND 5 TO DA 10 I'M STACKIN MADE CASH PRINCE COUNTIN MY DOLLAR BILLS WHILE I'M STACKIN MY BENJIAMANS THIS NIKKA TRYIN BE ALL MUSSHY LYKE LOVER AND FRIENDS BUT YO LYKE QUIT THIS ACT WHO YOU TRYIN BE I'LL MURDA YOU WIT MY KREW L.A.O TO THA B.O.Y.Z SO DON;T FUCC WITH MEH GET YOUR SUBJECT STRAIGHT KUZZ YOU CAN'T RUN SHYT WHEN UR LIL PUNK AZZ GOT A KERFEW AND KANT STAY OUT LATE JUZ LYKE CHESS BITOCH THIS OVER LYKE CHECK MATE!!!...PLZ MAKE MY TIME WORTH WHILE NIKKA..........
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what the fuck these nigga aint fuckin wit me hahah
look yo block so old fo sho a bomds drop real slow they know/gunz n clips dudes talkin shit i dont think they wanted wit my click naw nigga dont trip u bitch bang bang thats the sound cockin a tra pound spittin out 150rounds one shot will have yo on the ground/got lil kids on the block beatin ya down i have u playin that camron down down down but not out/we go hard to the fullest gangsta holdin those street sweeper spittin out gold bullest aint to many niggas on the block wanted wit my nigga/dudes wit those trigga cockin it back duced duced imma clap back like ja rule any youngn wanna battle/ me shit u a fool/
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look we on the block look bitch dont get shot yes get shot/dont come through my hood if u dont ya ass leakin from socks/everything that i own is from chains to rings naw i dont think want it wit that nigga get back fo u here kakakak get back just like that/boys in here battlin i read yo flow all u do it chit chatterin yo shit old fo sho/they movin bricks yo click movin slow lil boys spittin that boy that said i be frontin shit u aint nothing matter of fact/u stop frontin u wanna go one on one ask him he dont want it send those bullets/my hood go hard to the fullets/shit imma gangsta man u a bastard man im nasty shit i was born in the 80's/bet his be shakin his laffy taffy u think thats funny got ya girl on it all day sitin in the cut countin yo money/boy u sound like a pussy lay u on the couch boy u softer than an cushion/we speedin up nigga stop rushin/lil boy going crazy im spittin at ya girl shit got her blushing/got her legs spread shit i get the bustin/oops oops u snooze nigga u lose u going against me yous a fool/shit call me bob the builder i got those tools o rocks that 2+2 equals that 4 fo sho i be that money maker we stacks dough/yup pt 2
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