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with Waka I think I deserve a chance Imma bad motha fucka go and ask them mothafuckas A young handsome mothafucka I slang that wood I just nunchuck'em And who you with
look ma no hands And no darlin' I don't dance and I'm with Roscoe I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad motha fucka go and ask them mothafuckas
your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how it go on the block Keep your eyes open
killer with the mic Before I get buck with the gun 1-9-7-2 was the birth Tell a nigga was the worst You can't fuck with the one Nigga take ya foot out
let me count it down, who the fuck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh That niggas know you can't really fuck with that Pusha T, the Clipse
tonight till ten o'clockin' In the morning Got neighbors knockin' (sign 'em now) Fuck 'em go call them cops and Watch 'em kids walk and start boppin' Heads to what that DJ
your head Huh, watch the way we drop it, we ready and able In others words, your whole rap roster whack, give me your label Whenever, whatever, whoever
spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch) And fuck your underground
Camp-bell You're wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy I fuckin murder your young style like JonBenet Ramsey Now who the master to beg? Your
driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol My telly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin shots
life pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot
lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with
m talkin to that heartless mouse with no jewels on Who the fuck put you on Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad like croutons I fuck with Fab get my DJ
