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Lyrics
ayo let dis one bang on ya hot list
its called game how I keep damez shook like tha change in ya pockets
I gottem layin’ round’ topless
u could try and stop dis but cha shirt might get stained in da process
dats cuz tha safety on tha stainless remain off lock
ya’ll hit tha floor
cuz its like a earthquake when I drop
ofcourse I got what it takes to rock tha mic
u talkin’ slick prolly end up outlined in chalk tonight
we layin’ in da tropics
gettin’ drained like water faucets
tryna maintain focus like da lenz on ya opticz
Who shot ya: [1:13]
off tha chain fuck it i’m off tha link
steppin’ to me iz like walkin’ in a prison yard flossin’ pink
beat mo’ niggaz than u often blink
dog i’m so sick my pen can’t write cuz it be coughin’ ink
talk iz cheap, and I don’t care if u be talkin’ street
u ain’t gonna walk tha walk when I off dis heat
more complicated than a double helix
wit murderous lyrics
that’ll have critics levetatin’ off they seats
quit actin’ hard u like a snickers bar soft and sweet
dese bars scar mentally makin’ it hard to sleep
u weak keep a lo profile when i’m in charge
I’m makin’ raw power moves and dis game u a pawn
i’m armed and dangerous
hittin’ miscellaneous targets wit out aimin’
don’t blame me if dis hits tha top of tha charts
its cuz ya’ll cowards ain’t movin’ shit
ya’ll faggots iz acrobatic cuz when I hit cha back u flip
actin’ like da trigga can’t accidentally slip
ya’ll sentimental niggaz get chopped and fed to da pits word up
Hit em’ up beat:
get out tha way yo
cowards lay lo
when u see me runnin’ thru yo block
u really thought that chu could drop me
but cha’ll must been drunk off guiness
I’m laughin’ cuz dese niggaz steppin’ in mah path iz finished
yo I’m unstoppable, ya’ll couldn’t even see me pause
light cha’ dome and sign ya tombstone sincerely yourz
I bust jawz easily dog u really think dat i’m lyin’
betta believe I’ll leave u bleedin’ at tha scene of tha crime
battle me? u end up lookin’ like a clown for tryin’
cuz only one can hold tha crown and handz down its mine
must been out cha mind when u tried to step outta line
but when I pulled out da nine u said nuttin’ like a mime
ya rhymez don’t make dollaz and sure az hell don’t make sense
if u waz spittin’ in britain u couldn’t cop six pence
u need more reinforcements to even up the offence
u not feelin’ me, and i’m sealin’ u in a coffin
i’m a professional marksman
lyrical cannibal
wit unlimited ammo
so u damn well take precaution if u start shyt
teflon leave u touched wit sinister lyrics
dat get in to ya, like da spirit, when u hearin’ tha sermon of a minister
