I aint wit the monkey business kuz my block bananas Im the shit, I need a get a box of pampers I just copped some hammers, and ripped some verses Ima bubble like dish detergent Yall dudes know I love jews but my biscuits german This for my chicks gettin a perm and And gettin they braids did And my dogs doin the state bid Alotta niggas spit but I'm sicker than aids is Liquor and hazes usually the reason why it look like my pupils is bleadin And who you call hard fallin off to be truthfully speakin All them dudes used to be decent And you was stupid for sleepin On that volume 2 shit But since then I wrote all kinda new shit I come thru strips, pop off lead And make yall dudes roll like hot dog bread I got that put it in ya nose and sniff it My records like the wretches to the road to riches I knock on ya door like jehova witness And bring niggas to ya crib like ya older sisters You cant hold ya liquor stop drinkin Kuz you not thinkin But watch you sober up when that shot stingin And the box stinkin murder for hire Spread ya herb ass on the grass like fertilizer I heard ya album aint get nowhere What happened Im goin platinum like sisqo hair Niggas get so scared when they hear me on swisses beats Im versatile I got styles like kissin sheep Yall weak aint got a smash hit yet Com'on op, I'm hot like my last piss test Give cass respect for what I'm doin on the block You goin in the trunk and we goin to the docks
I dont just show my ass I shit on niggas I spike my punch lines and spit corn liquor Throw the clip on quicker, with nothin on my hands My fingerprints burnt I keep dutches in my hands Forget a mask, I just frown my face up You shakin on the ground tryna hold ya face up And if you wake up, you can tell the cops that If you get me popped, dog ill get you popped back Show em' where my spot at, some police in my crib I hop out jeeps and send theifs in ya crib Drag you down the steps, heat to ya ribs Choke eat ya seeds with sheets from the bed You in the kitchen missin a piece a ya head I turn the tv on, eat in ya fridge Lay you out, on the couch, neat with ya kids So when the neighbor peep they think you sleep but you dead
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