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  • Time to get with ya
    What ya think nigga
    Time to get with ya
    What ya think nigga

    I already done told ya niggaz
    Shit I showed y'all niggaz
    When I slaughtered ya niggaz
    This how I sold ya niggaz
    Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight
    Here me kick it
    I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and artistic
    Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
    I stay clear you cut the war underwear
    I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie
    When my blood start bubblin I get fystie
    Laced with cyanide
    hard education if somebody try to bite me
    Scratchy, flows come across hypely
    Closer than your fuckin icy
    Reaching my level is highly unlikely
    Precisely I'm the right king I be
    Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to ever try me
    Got be suffering some type of fault or malfunction
    You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
    Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers
    On top of things running shit why you bitches going under
    If I take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose
    Cause that half ass material you putting out
    probably ain't gone never surface
    You harmless, you couldn't blow the bomb up
    Couldn't keep up the pace I set
    I'll whoop your ass with my warm-ups
    Entertainer rap composer and performer
    Map located on the southern corner
    I'm making the way like they at a parade
    Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for brave
    When them bullets get sprayed
    So I ain't no hangman no gang bang
    Shit, I'm trying to change things
    We stuck on the same thang
    Stealing draws from Les Unplauge
    Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge
    Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers
    Smoke weed all the way to the bank
    Nigga what the fuck you think

    [Chorus]

    What cha thank nigga

    [Verse-2]

    Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
    Doing videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
    Independent, smoke herb
    Walking this thing throughout your suburb
    Got young niggaz switching suburbans
    The tempo I run when I run around like a tortoise
    Your mom say run when I hear they come
    ta get they titty slick and they pussies murdered
    Low down dirty
    Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million dollar merges
    Never mix no bullshit with your business
    I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
    there til I finish
    If I cut ya down I'm gone make you look bad
    I'm gone make them look at you
    the same way they look at the back of a dog's ass
    Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like elephants
    Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
    Playa haters are of no relevance
    I'm striving on intelligence
    And changing like them elements
    If you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya
    But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya
    What the fuck you think its time to come up
    And profit off the shit we sell
    Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL
    Nigga next to me your shit be seeming fake
    You bests to move your fucking finger
    While I cuts my piece off the tank cake
    Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face
    But stick your fingers in your mothafucking ears
    Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean bass
    Cause it ain't gone be no more after me
    It ain't no limit to these young black hustlers
    ask that nigga Master P
    It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man
    Ya'll niggaz know ya can't hang
    Nigga, what the fuck you think

    [Chorus till fade]

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