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Verse One
Let's get this straight, now, I'm not trying to make friends.
Bet ya bottom dollar, that's where all the griminess begins.
You want to be my friend, driving the mercedes benz,
be in my crib, watching the tv, with the big lens.
I bet you do. What, you think I am a fool?
It's Monday morning, my n***a, let me take you to school.
See I'm hip to your game, and 2Face is the name.
That means I got 2 personalities, watching you, lame.
So, hope back into ya lane, you grimy mudstain.
Cats like you give dirty money a bad name.
'Cause you prey on the weak. See, you creep and you sneak.
Claim to be at your low, but really you at your peak.
20/20 vision, so I see you snakes well.
I see you hiding in tall grass, like I can't tell.
It's your nature to rebel, against the real n***as
Try to buddy up, but I carry big steel, n***as.
Verse Two:
Why it is you're so grimy, I can't fathom.
But you should know that you can't sneak on the phantom
of the block, I never stop, I'm on the clock.
You n***as snitches and rats... The hood is on watch.
Neighborhood hot... the cops reserved a spot,
in the parking lot, right next to the deli shop.
See, I'm a different type of n***a, cut from a different cloth.
You n***s melted ice cream, yeah, squishy soft.
But the oozie I grip is still is so hard.
Mess around, but busting shots, knock a n***as head off.
Verse Three:
Slickly Slimy, the slickest slime slicker.
Ya so low, ya limbo. Slow like Jimbo.
They say I'm so sick, and they got the remedy.
Everyone around you, could turn into your frienemy.
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.
It don't matter when you got the scope on the toaster.
I chill out in NJ. Poley out in NY.
Catch me on the big boat, with nautica and flip flops.
Iced out, yeah the wrist is on G-Shock.
So try me if you want, test me if you choose.
The knuckles on my hand will brusie if I choose.
And this 45 maggie will knock you your shoes.
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