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I been quiet for too fking long so now its time to break the silence.
I start with the killing so fk stopping the violence.
I got something for your monkey ass. So peep.
Better yet like a stray dog I put your as* to sleep.
No more faking and taking my snaps.
Sorry fool, Eiht goin' step 'n get the straps.
Geah, I puts my work in and fk up your s**t.
Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat d*ck.
Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to play.
Try to come up with that muth*rfking he say.
Or she say, or what the fk did that fool say?
Punk b*tch, I'll mop that as* up anyway.
Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave.
Another fronting muth*rfker in a early grave.
Geah, you got over fool because your as* was sly.
But a dead nigg* tell no lies.
killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2
Another fool on my s**t list.
And now the punk b*tch wanna play games.
No competition so I'll mention no fking names.
Just like a rat, she likes to squeel.
But you squeeled on the E, so whats the deal?
Geah, you spread rumours for humour G.
But the s**t aint funny, so humour me.
And um, aint no more of your bulls**t I'm having.
Geah, Tired of the fking back stabbing.
Soul in the bozac, as I stack.
To your jaw I start to mack. Like a fool don't clap.
And um, it aint over till the fat b*tch spit.
Well the fat b*tch is about to spit s**t.
To save your sorry as* from the mash.
So who really gives a fk if I tap that but.
So um, when your as* is gone, they'll wonder why.
But a dead nigg* tell no lies.
killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X4
Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.
Get ready for the last muth*rfking trip.
As I pop in another muth*rfking clip.
Geah, one more busta, another mark.
Fool your kinda fake, talking about you fked the Eiht.
d*mn, another sorry b*tch with some street slang.
Peel his cap cause we aint from the same gang.
Talking about you'll shoot the Eiht from the top of the tree.
nigg* please, I might drop you to your fking knees.
Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape.
Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape.
Now you hang your s**t up on a shelf.
Didn't you know, you'd be fking your own self.
Quick draw McGraw, on the fking draw.
As you scheme on my team I take 2 to your jaw.
Geah, you got over fool, but you know why.
Cause a dead nigg* tell no lies.
killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2
Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.
Geah, Eihthype in a muth*rfking effect.
For the nine deuce to get loose.
My nigg* Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the muth*rfking house.
My nigg* 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house.
My nigg* Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house.
And we outta here....