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I hear you niggas talkin loud in whispererd mumbles

Make me open this closet and go Back to who I once was

Reach my hand up in this backpack and walk up on the discussion

Take my trigger finger Bust everyone of you niggas Bubbles

 

I'm tired of you pussies taking kindness for weakness

' Wonder when I see you ain't no smiling or speaking

Lord I pray you don't let my anger go off the deep end

Cause in this game Im king james you Steve Nashin with the defense

 

' so keep on talking in its gon' get real retarded

I'll go dumB and get to sparking all of you niggas is targets

' 50 slaughtered Bodies don't nobody no what caused it

' My Auro is on scorcher fuck the orders from your sergeant

 

Like Martin get to marchin before you niggas meet da savage

' Leave you dripping liquid the same color as my flag is

If you don't get the picture Bitch I'll make yo ass the canvas

Da Vinci with the paint-brush and these trey slugs'll do damage

 

A prodigy up in these streets and yes Im reekin havoc

Thunder claps and lightning flash and cymbals get to crashing

And yu don't want to play me I'll go crazy super sayain

MoBBin Deep with VILLAINS that'll kill and swerve off thru the traffic

 

Jus got a Kall a mother fucker talkin gunplay

Ain't surprised i new thats y I'm writing in the first place

Hella ammunition in the ceiling bathroom kitchen

Bring your drama to my casa meet da choppa at my doorway

 

Bust this pussy up I ain't got time for the foreplay

Get rid of all the evidence and wash off all the BLOOD stains

Check all of his pockets snatch his chain bracelet and watch then

leave a note across his chest like "If your reading this it's

tooo late

 

Leaning off that purple drank, lifted off that purple weed

Mind on cloud nine equals murder in the first degree

Voices in my head telling me let the coward live

But I no if Im caught slippin he gonna fuck round try and murder me

 

In I'll Be gadamned if Im left up in a casket

Body full of holes I chose to think before I Blasted

Bet I'll turn ghost and start to haunting his whole family

you might have froze my Body But my soul forever lastin

 

Body Bags powder sacks throwaways in trash Bins

Black flag, ski mask, you don't know who the culprit is

Hustlers on the ave hittin licks and switchin SLABS

Just to give a taste of the environments we all grew up in