Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street
Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat
So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shyt
Trying to ask me shyt
When my nikkaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shyt
You should think about it, take a second
Matter fact, you should take four B
And think before you fukk wit lil big tenchi
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