make them flip
these rappers nowadays/ all they rap about is the bling around there neck and wrist/ and stuck on coward ways/ only after fame/ but to me its fuck a diamond chain and the fame/ im in it to win it/ for the bitches and the profit/ im here to clock grip/ my game is major and theres no way you can stop it/ and if you try/ i let my glock spit/ to your nogging/ one shot and your heart is stoppin/ i cant stand a man that talk shit from afar/ and try and act hard/ but in the physical/ hes a broad/ and soft/ like butter/ when you come around to these parts/ you better be down to put it down/ and dont be no snitch mafuka/ cuz we'll pull your card/ from the deck and shred it/ haters want to knock me down/ but it wont happen cuz i wont let it/ and like jerome bettis/ i duck and dodge my haters/ and when they see me pass by/ i wave like hi hater/ your the type to drop a dime/ then want to rhyme/ about how your poppin nines/ but quick to snitch in court/ pointing fingers so you wouldnt hit the yard/ now everybody knows the bitch you are/ now your bitch/ is all on my dick like a shish ka bob/ and for the pussy the bitch get rob/ cuz like a thief i creep/ penetrate it deep/ put the bitch to sleep/ then im gone/ with the quick/ my flow you hoes wish that you can get with it/ and the shit spit/ make them bitches flip/ like aint this a bitch/ mad cuz im pimping it and never simping it/ never slackin in my mackin never simpin in my pimpi/ im just quick to give/ a bitch the dick/ then split/ and kick/ the bitch to the curb/ jump in the/ smash on the gas/ and ul/ the way they like to talk behind my back/ thats the type of shit that gets/ on my last nerve/ i heard from a bird/ that there coming for me/ and i wont hesitate to blast first/ and put your bitch ass in a hearse/ the worse to hit the set/ you better hit the deck/ when i get the teck/ cuz im spittin lead/ and hittin heads/ and leaving bodies decapitated/ if they push the wrong button and get me activated/ im back so face it/ and im dangerous and acting rages/ and packing gauges/ that will lay you flat down/ on your back pal/ now tell me how/ do you figure that/ you can get away/ when in my hands i hold hold the get um spray/ that get get getum mane/ hit um in the brain/ and let um lay/ where he standing/ cash im demanding/ and i suggest you start handing/ me my dividends/ dead presidents/ or whatever you want to call it/ i wont stop till im ballin/ and duece quat crawlin/ in a benz with rims/ that isnt stollen/ picture me rollin/ with my pockets swollen/ from the money i make/ im leaving pussy rot and swollen/ from all the hunnies i take/ im coming through blocks controllin leaving bodies bloody and shaking/ thats the way i do it/ when i spit its that murder music/ cuz that all that i see/ on my streets and even on tv/ no matter where i go/ i gotta stay on the low/ cuz i never know when death is callin/ like Pac i see death around the corner/
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these rappers nowadays/ all they rap about is the bling around there neck and wrist/ and stuck on coward ways/ only after fame/ but to me its fuck a diamond chain and the fame/ im in it to win it/ for the bitches and the profit/ im here to clock grip/ my game is major and theres no way you can stop it/ and if you try/ i let my glock spit/ to your nogging/ one shot and your heart is stoppin/ i cant stand a man that talk shit from afar/ and try and act hard/ but in the physical/ hes a broad/ and soft/ like butter/ when you come around to these parts/ you better be down to put it down/ and dont be no snitch mafuka/ cuz we'll pull your card/ from the deck and shred it/ haters want to knock me down/ but it wont happen cuz i wont let it/ and like jerome bettis/ i duck and dodge my haters/ and when they see me pass by/ i wave like hi hater/ your the type to drop a dime/ then want to rhyme/ about how your poppin nines/ but quick to snitch in court/ pointing fingers so you wouldnt hit the yard/ now everybody knows the bitch you are/ now your bitch/ is all on my dick like a shish ka bob/ and for the pussy the bitch get rob/ cuz like a thief i creep/ penetrate it deep/ put the bitch to sleep/ then im gone/ with the quick/ my flow you hoes wish that you can get with it/ and the shit spit/ make them bitches flip/ like aint this a bitch/ mad cuz im pimping it and never simping it/ never slackin in my mackin never simpin in my pimpi/ im just quick to give/ a bitch the dick/ then split/ and kick/ the bitch to the curb/ jump in the/ smash on the gas/ and ul/ the way they like to talk behind my back/ thats the type of shit that gets/ on my last nerve/ i heard from a bird/ that there coming for me/ and i wont hesitate to blast first/ and put your bitch ass in a hearse/ the worse to hit the set/ you better hit the deck/ when i get the teck/ cuz im spittin lead/ and hittin heads/ and leaving bodies decapitated/ if they push the wrong button and get me activated/ im back so face it/ and im dangerous and acting rages/ and packing gauges/ that will lay you flat down/ on your back pal/ now tell me how/ do you figure that/ you can get away/ when in my hands i hold hold the get um spray/ that get get getum mane/ hit um in the brain/ and let um lay/ where he standing/ cash im demanding/ and i suggest you start handing/ me my dividends/ dead presidents/ or whatever you want to call it/ i wont stop till im ballin/ and duece quat crawlin/ in a benz with rims/ that isnt stollen/ picture me rollin/ with my pockets swollen/ from the money i make/ im leaving pussy rot and swollen/ from all the hunnies i take/ im coming through blocks controllin leaving bodies bloody and shaking/ thats the way i do it/ when i spit its that murder music/ cuz that all that i see/ on my streets and even on tv/ no matter where i go/ i gotta stay on the low/ cuz i never know when death is callin/ like Pac i see death around the corner/
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