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Intro
Buucker, I'll beat yo' bad-ass
Hook
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
First Verse
b*tch
still wanna check my urine
still can't believe
what you see and what you're hearin'
you motherfkers
thought you knew the whole story
until your mama
took a nigg* on maury
read your test results
are you the father
I looked at his b*tch as* told him don't bother
I'm the father of this gangsta s**t
never thought that I have a bunch of b*stard kids
lil' bad-ass kids
I whoop they as* every night
send the paramedics b*tch
and the black and white
I brought you in this world
I'll take you out
do you ugly
so mamma can't make you out
you know my style a colt
file a report
I'm a dead-beat daddy
no child support
you get fooled like the last trick
get it out your as* b*tch
you know my pyroclastic flow
c'mon!
Hook
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
4x
You want child support
Get it out your as* b*tch
Second Verse
Ya'll know
Ya'll girls know
where you get it from
who's the original
you got your daddy's mouth
talk like a criminal
keep it gangsta son
never get pigeon holed
rap b*stards tryin' to make a classic
keep your dumb-ass out of the casket
cause intercope'll spend your money
they don't give a fk
about a dead rapper
nigg* they'll chop it up
keep it movin' y'all
they'll come mop it up
corrupt LAPD cover up
everyday nigg* we know drama
they ain't lookin' for Osama
ask Biggie's mamma
thank God that the gangsta's back
we ain't got to put up with this brainless rap
may your lungs collapse n' m.c's are funny
all you can rap about is p*ssy and money
c'mon!
Hook
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
4x
You want child support
Get it out your as* b*tch
Third Verse
All y'all rappers should kiss and make up
take your bulls**t jewlry back to Jacob
get your mind right nigg*
and start to wake up
cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up
you got million dollar killin' million dollar
bustin' outta Bentleys
wearin' chinchillasss
there you go again rollin' in your limo
comin' from the Grammy's shootin' out the window
I know the scripture
but there's something wrong with this picture
what you mad about
diamonds all in your mouth
no car, no house paid off
I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off
boy, you a fool
or you just act crazy
or you a grown crack baby born in the 80's
to all you motherfkers say I went Hollywood
I'm gangsta!
I know when I got it good
Hook
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
4x
You want child support
Get it out your as* b*tch
2x
Young rappers lookin' for pocket change
with boo-boo lyrics
Go get your diaper changed
Outro - Ice Cube Talking
Smell like s**t
heyy baby change this motherfker
you smell like s**t
