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Im only 18 caught up in a world of life and crime/
On the corner then its back home to chop dem dimes/Black bandanna wrapped around ma face/
To avoid any snitchin or me catchin a case/
I stay stackin my cake, flippin keys across seas/
Dont force me cuz i'll send you to where da corpse be/And leave you lost B, wit blood stains on ya short sleeve/And I aint even got to explain show you who the boss be/Plus you'll never blow so just keep on wishin/Ima be the first MC to cook coke in Bush's kitchen/Play ya postion, Im what the game's been missin/The kid wit more bars then a blood gang in prison/My shits offical, I'll let ma Desert Eagle hit you/Rip you, then have da paramedics come and get chu/And just to let you know, I'm kinda sick in the head/The type to snatch ya cash and fuck ya chick in ya bed/Im big like a scene full of 50 cops and reporters/
I'll get in ya pockets even if you got 3 quarters/
Slaughter, Fuck wit me ill give you a body disorder/And leave you wit no paper like immigrants crossing the boarder/You've seen the chains the cars wit the rimz I put under/That's cuz the digits on my checks strech longer then jail numbers/Observe me, I'll pull out even if you not worthy/And place the hawk to ya chest like the Atlanta jersey/I'll Place no bitch before me, unless im gettin some/And treat my hoes like shootouts, so I hit and run/Shit is real, Im deadly like carbon monixide/I'll have ya whole family cryin up on fox five/If I die, I'd rather be wit Big so we could rhyme in heaven/
And be the city's worst threat since 9/11/So in the meantime, Ima spread my voice to da nation/
So that the world can ready for ma domination/
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