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Yeah, hell yeah. know what i'm sayin'? yeah...
Mister buster, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a leg, so i know ya got your gat.
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs.
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass.
That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga.
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace.
Now i wanna slap the taste out your mouth,
Make you bow down to the row.
Fuckin' me, now i'm fuckin' you, little ho.
Oh, don't think i forgot, let you slide.
Let me ride, just another homicide.
Yeah it's me so i'mma talk on.
Stompin' on the 'eazy'est streets that you can walk on.
