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Stepped in the door waving the four-four
blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my tongue yayo, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fukking dikkrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a faq
you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta
Yall nikkas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nikka that's gonnaput hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nikka in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shyt's a game and we're bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains
proof had some excellent rhyme patterns
blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my tongue yayo, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fukking dikkrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a faq
you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta
Yall nikkas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nikka that's gonnaput hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nikka in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shyt's a game and we're bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains
proof had some excellent rhyme patterns