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I be on the blocks everyday with the Glocks and the K’s
And a bag full of CDs
No flat tops or a fade and no Dr. or Dre
Just a nigga with street heat
People that be wolfin like a were, man, I really don’t care
?unless a weapon? wanna see me
Then I’ll walk there all up in the middle of the street
With a wife beater, solo and a three piece
And I be all up in the middle ?of the weather?, whenever they come pushin
They spendin too much time lookin
I’m tellin you I’m hot up in the kitchen whenever they want cookin
Habanero sauce, and I be the boss
Ain’t nobody comin hotter, then they gettin sizzled
I see ’em gettin lost when I’m takin off
I be leavin everybody all up in the ditches
(Take off on ’em!)
I be so ahead of everybody, they be wonderin just how a nigga did it
When I get it, when I spit it, be jumpin ’em for the sick
I be leavin ’em in the dirt when I’m ?aimin to getcha fitted?
A bodybag, I’mma zip it, I’m finna kill, I can rip and
I got ’em all lookin at me ’cause I be off of that shit
If you’re lookin to get a hit like I ?send? you to getcha lit and
We gon’ burn up everybody that’s hangin up in a ditch!
I be on the graveyard shift, ’cause I push in the night by the gravesite
And I be on the daytime shit, ’cause I push by the ?site? in the daylight
24/7 I gotta be steppin in whatever direction if they want my:
Products, CDs, shirts, hoodies, jerseys, beanies, I…

[Verse 2]
They be gone asleep at night, I don’t ever stop…
Different city every night, they still on the block…
I be on the roll more than I be at home
Everybody want it so I get ’em in the zone
Hit ’em with the heat and I get ’em away gone
Let a nigga ?near? me like I’m next to the throne…
Murdering everybody that’s heard of me
’cause I be burnin rubbers in the third degree
Maybe it will occur to me, all of you wanna murder me
’cause all of my opponents be endin up in a surgery!
- I been off with him since he did Ticklish –
- I don’t know why he sounds so ridiculous –
- everyone I know is all gettin into this –
- I can’t understand a word he’s sayin, it’s soundin gibberish –
- Twisted Insane, you’re in your own lane
You got a sick brain, you need to sign with Strange! –
And every single time I hit the stage
I be leavin all the faces lookin like they soaked with novocaine
I bludgeon everybody from the toes to the brain
I want everybody from the old to the yaing
I want everybody from the clean to the sick
I want everybody from the co- to the –caine
Here we go again, RAW with it when I spit it
Gotta get it when I been OFF in ’em when I hit it
With the rhythm and the pen, TOSSin ’em in the river
Where the nigga finna swim, ?CROSSin ’em?, everybody on me
We gon’ give it to ’em all three
New CDs, fresh DVDs, brand new Ts, a fat sack of weed
And if you’re lucky then maybe a couple of Ol’ E-s, I…

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