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fk these
I don't give a fk about nothin
And you either
This is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers
We all got em, stupid motherfkers
Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin as* who love us
Idolize us, eat a d*ck, can't touch us
Slick nigg*, far from a snitch nigg*
Or b*tch nigg*, quick to click on a sick nigg*
Where it's at nigg*, roam with the chrome nigg*
Fat nigg*, bat against your dome nigg*
I'm that nigg*, one you can't even crush
Type of cat s**t in your crib and don't even flush
Kind of nigg* when you see him that you wantin to touch
On some Russell Simmons s**t, but ain't in no Rush
Cause when the s**t hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?
Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fk can you go?
Who the fk can you get when I'm ready to spit
When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and s**t
Spit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lie
Ten shots light you up like the 4th of July
I don't need your help, b*tch, I got support from the sky
Quite fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it
girls, guns and ones, got a right to it
fk up against the wall, I send your as* right through it
Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded
Swear to God, y'all better act like Christ said it
Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigg* think he talkin to, man?
Arrogant b*stard
Chubby motherfker
You think you alla that, man?
I can't even stand to hear this s**t no more, man
Hey you know what motherfkers? It don't stop there
I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair
Nothin to do with it, say, "I'm glad it was them"
Somethin to do with it, gon' be glad it was them
Inspire men, or some R&B s**t and fire ten
With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin
My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
You just a cub nigg*, trapped off in a lion's den
Lookin for love? fck you, you found hate, stupid
I run with a 112 kids who r*ped Cupid
Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red
Hands where I can cee like Busta said
I lead by example, nigg* - must I led?
Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said
Real walkin away, paramedics walkin your way
Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay
Gettin head from four dimes from New York in a day
This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay?
Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul
Split your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the road
I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers
Only aim to decay and spray wack rappers
If wanna front, and say fk my s**t
Don't buy my album, fk you and suck my d*ck
Better forget it, just to be specific
Cause if you the one, then I'm too terrific
Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted
It's to the death now, if you make the s**tlist
Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna mingle
I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle
News flash, here's a hot-ass item to bring you
Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single
I know how y'all roll, quiet as a tear
My album ain't even dropped, and I'm writer of the year
I got s**t, find me in your record store under 'hot s**t'
While you register, under 'not s**t'
I drop hits in the streets and triggers'll blow
Show after show, watch him, big as I roll
We all know the rules, fool, jewels, girls and dough
Did you hear? I'm the fattest, nicest nigg* you know
And I kill a muth*fka just to gain a buck
Confuse , bust guns, and aim to duck
If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck
Who write for who? Y'all sound the same, lame as fk
Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it
Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it
For somethin I might have smoked, roll it
Never get grimy as me, I fk a rattle snake if a nigg* hold it
I got both sides of the fence in minute
I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels is rented
I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute