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hoodlum til the death of me, my destany plain ta see/
ten years in the legends gon be next ta me/
top 10 dead or alive wit no lp/
hustler make 2 racks off reg l-b's/2
hoody, OG, Ace of nati life team/
and i melt these tracks like july do ice ream/3
certfied general my shoulders got 6 stars/
yall jus gupies stop f*** in wit a great shark/4
on point like a lethel dart i do wat the gangstas do/
and i got more bars then a f*** in 80's prison do/5
the money is redicucal the flow ha b*** ual/
God Ace King call me anything but tipacal/6
ya whole life mythacal i'm no were near my pinacal/
but i'm so far ahead of you that the sh** is just tarable/7
unbearable unconcouable unstopable/
undeafeatable unbeatable untopable/8
j goodz freddie cash nati life be the team/
we adicted ta money like a atuomated teller machen/9
puffin on some green thats louder then my concert/
no skinny jeans of tight shrts but i'm still a jerk/10
and it's gonna hurt not the sex tho/
the part when i get up grab my clothes and walk out the do/11
i got a g unit you n*** s so so/
shove the beam down ya throt now thats wat i call a interscope/12
better have hope and some nike shoe/
cuz runnin from this ass whoopin only way you ain't gonna lose/13
my attatude is rude my demeanor smooth/
breakdown the shell like a trutle then sprinkle in the ooze/14
ion get boos all i hear is ooohs/
1 line or a whole 16 you can choose/15
you a never confuse me wit a lame/
EA sports n*** i'm in the game/16
boy i spit magic can call me hocus pocus/
and i'm smokin supercalifragalishespaldoish/
sippin on some potion thinkin bout a ocean/
i never fade like a tat you wash off like lotion/
don't leave yo chest openin thinkin you scopenin/
i'm hit you wit more back hands then the us open/
brain on lector better find shealter/
cuz i got tha heathta and it a leave a skeltor/
mite even melt ya ya daddy bout ta belt ya/
throw some camo on jump in a tree and snipe ya/
cut ya head off put it on my wall over the fire place/
i guess you can say i jus elked ya/
young hoody welter heavy weight light weight/
any night i roam the streets fa victims til its daybreak/
im a punch em til his nose, jaw, eye, ear...
basicly til his face break/
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