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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, ya can't trust When I kick 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 with the gift, Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stockin' I'm knockin' 'em out the box 'n' Knockin' 'em out their socks 'n' 'Cause Robin is rockin' Breakin' 'em down to the slab Takin' 'em down on their ass Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uhh? Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin' paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain 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, uh I got the trigger, so I figure, you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss Do what I must and what I must is bust The bubble or choose some trouble for you So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' through Some cool shit Some cool shit Boo-yaa, spittin' out buckshots I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like a polar cat Lynchin' as a hit, misses the roll of dice Pushin' packs to make the profit Diggy dope duck on the topic, so stop and gimme my props, kid I'm livin' large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to Bogart for the fagots This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless Murderin' millions of niggaz, so who's first to diss They say I'm bad, so you'll find none worse than this Chewin' motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, lovin' the lyrics, I leave in the minds of each Rough when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggaz You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass nigga Then watch me blast, nigga 'cause I'm the last nigga You wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make 'em stagger, I'm skanless as Jimmy Swaggart I'm a good tracker, scopin' your girl then watch me tag her Pullin' steel like a stunt Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so Here to torment, I put track on crack And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, chief Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th A to the motherfuckin' K Back in the days, niggaz they use to scrap But now in ninety-two, niggaz they pull they strap 'Cause umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot Niggaz, so niggaz retaliate and start to loot Execute, boot, stompin' Black soldier, here to teach and mold ya The innovator, dominator, narrarator R-B to the motherfuckin' X, flex wicked Stylee, bump and be found And do bleed by a maniac with a gat See nowadays niggaz is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go Bo, bo, bo, now I'm on Death Row Fuck it, niggaz goin' wild Every night they shoot, it's like Bei-rut Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for your chest Anytime steppin' through my hood But that'll do you no good One slug to your face, no haste You're gettin' smoked like wood Nasty nigga, bloody pumps face flat On the concrete, here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner, cocked with some yellow tape But the murderers escape Audi like 5 G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang