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Havoc
Aiyyo P man, it's that s**t!
That real s**t! That's comin back around
And we've been on it.. for a long time now!
You know who started this s**t
So you know who gon' finish it..
Yo, I don't give a fk who lookin or starin at me
Get your gulliest nigg*, fk it and send him at me
I got the recipe to make paper, they wanna clap me
Misery love company and they see we happy
They even dap me but I see right through the bulls**t
Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit
You fkin with lil' girls I'm fkin with grown women
And fk if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin
they gets nathan, afraid not for penetration
A little tongue and some c*ck, they say I'm nasty
But I only freak with my main shorty
Thought she had me handled cause she tattooed my name
I see you schemin my I see you comin
You lookin at a nigg* whose stomach is used to touchin
What's really good with you homey, you think you know me
That's a problem, they say at the top, it get lonely
I clap the chromey, you beter step lively
They say life's a b*tch, but don't remind me
Chorus: repeat 2X
fk waitin for you to make a move - clap first
I gotta do it my nigg* win or lose - clap first
When these slugs h*t you 'member they was meant for you - clap first
Ain't nobody on this earth invincible - clap first
Prodigy
Yea yea yea yea, aiyyo
I pledge allegiance to our flag, may no man put asunder
Gun in my pants, make my s**t sag
Tougher(?) letters on my hand, spells what I stand for
Flip on you and your mans, for speakin on my thugs
Hop out the trenches on , they runnin from us
P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs
Real slow when they back out, you c*ckin s**t back
I got one in the head and I'm turnin ya hats
Then I spit what I want you to know with these raps
Albums sellin like drugs, we gettin it back
Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home invasions
b*tch-ass is found in the basements
Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead
Drive in the backseat, fked up your lady head
Rolled back up the window, and then we slid
As I roll what's left of this, triangle bag man
(See, that's what the fk I'm talkin bout)
( can't fcK with us!)
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