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This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
Now I'ma kick up dust, as I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust
When I pick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift then forget Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
I'm knockin' 'em out the boxin'
Knockin' 'em out their sockin'
'Cause Robin is rockin'
Breakin' 'em down to the slab
Takin' 'em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See you watch and creak without a motherfuckin' paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
We're on you like a border, you're nothin' more than a crane
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck
Do what I must and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's
So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' thru
Some cool shit, some cool shit
I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like a polar cap
Lynchin' as I hits, misses the rollin's back
Pushin' packs to make a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm livin' large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots
This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murderin' mega some niggas so who's first to diss?
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this
Chewin' motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, rippin' the lyrics I'm leavin' in the mind of each
Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
You quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, 'cause I'm the last nigga
You wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged
I'm a good tracker, scopin' your girl then watch me tag her
Pullin' steel like a stunt
Shown like an ID card, nigga, no needs ta front, so
Here to torment up a track on crack
And I'm strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off cheap
Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th
A to the motherfuckin' K
(I'm erm, I-I'm like the new shit, you know?)
Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap
But now in ninety-due', niggas they pull they strap
'Cause, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boom, stompin' black soldier
Here to teach and mould ya
The enervator, dominator, narrator RB to the motherfuckin' X
Flex wicked styl-e, bompin' be found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop, now I'm on Death Row
Fuck it, niggas goin' wild, every night they shoot, it's like Beirut
Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya step into my hood
But that'll do you know good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin' smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete
Here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape
Audi lane five G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang