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How you the master of multi's?
When no one even heard of ya b?
You some unknown text emcee..
So I don't think you wanna step against me..
u Blown to bits when the chrome is lifted...
I would get personal, but i aint even know u existed...
I run through kids, FOr funds i'll GUn two clips ...
tiLL ur wigs pushed back like my sun roof is/
IM hot dog, Beef franks wit mines/
u dead,when Metal stuck to ur head like u Frankensiten/
v.i.p in the club, ya'll Wait in line/
U need i.D in the club, im fake wit mine/
Thats ya chain?, i'll take ya shine/
ACT mad, and the gun "snap back" like BREAKING SPINES/
its Dynasty cat, i SPIT for BUCKS/
im hot dude, your lable will DROPP u JUST TO PICK ME UP/
Im margarine, U cant belive im getting butter here/
cause i got more dough (doe) then a freaky mother deer/
the crack going liek lightning, amazing/
look..I push white kinda like im fighting cacausions/
AND once ya head split like slashes in skirts/
the whole floor turn red like african dirt/
and my crew's HOSTILE...
u undersmell me? (NO!) then i'll put holes in ur head and give u a new nostrile/
I move ROCKS though, shots u do not POP thoghes/
I Put ya hole in the ground like a POT hole/
With the trigga's i'll blast ya...
u know what im bout, put the Pump in ya mouth liek u NIGGAS GOT ASTHMA/
i'll make ur heart pause n skip beats/
equiip heat, BUllets get "tossed at ya Dogs" like FRISBEES/
I aint never heard of u, BUT ima MURDER YOU..
CAUSE this HERB DESERVES to BURN LIKE SOUP
AND he stay saying how he hates me,i aint ya BUDDY BITCH
then why u got me on ur BUDDY LIST?/
Ri Kay's wit faceless now u LOSING your face/
you claim you a crip, SO outta respect i blew you away/
YOU gotta GLOCK? nah this WHORES LAME...
ONly time Ri Kay POPS, is the middle of the BOArd game...
I got chrome taht im stacking fag, u BLown when im blastin gats..
BONES react cracking,Dynasty known to start cracking backs....
LAME is how u sound kid...
but im dissing my advertismetn, cause he gon have my NAME IN HIS SOUNDCLICK ..
CAuse tahts the END OF THE BET, THE END OF YA LIFE
THE END OF RESPECT, U NIGGAS is TRIFE.. STOPP BITCHIN...
The three numberes u need to know when u dieing son
aint 313, or 505, its 911
You never beat chap so stop claiming it
Only one of ya songs is doing well and it got my name in it
NO body likes ya, tecs enlight ya breath
ANd u taking the L, i aint talkin bout ur drivers license test
