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I break bread ribs hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other 4 wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mils
Tour the album only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crils
Now its paid shows promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if the math is real
If we cant match numbers then you can't have the
Head Nigga In Charge of shit
Live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P Dub shines regardless
Haunt niggas like poltergeist
My advice
Before it get like that
Is think twice
Before you move on it
Put jewels on it
Who want it?
Loose niggas make the news when we start forming
Snatch stripes off of niggas uniforms often
Don't embarass your delf (Much love to Mutter1x@aol.com for the lyric)
You're way out your jurisdiction
While niggas bullshit on the grill
I dont fuck around dunny
It's most real
I keep it thorough nigga
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While niggas bullshit on the grill
I dont fuck around dunny
It's most real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel
To hold my dick in public
Cock blower
Duplicate rap cloner
Lets me and you do it live onstage for dolo
I smack niggas like you
Smash niggas by the twos
Grab niggas by the throat show and prove
Rhymes cocky crazy ill mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi
Temperamental I snap quick
Very touchy
Aye yo my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck with me
You feel different nigga see me
I throw a tv at you
Bitches say P you crazy
A pain in the ass nah but fuck you
Pay me
Im no shorty
Nigga I'll stop your glory
I'm a thoro street nigga for real
You just applaud me
Avoid P
Man take your baby moms advice
I'm nothing sweet
Ill with the guns
You pay the price
When you see me in the street soldier
Salute me
You just a groupie
Oh you gangster then shoot me
Who gives a fuck really
I miss my nigga Twin
Kill me
So I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens
You rap niggas make me laugh
Y'all crazy ass
And I dont give a fuck what you sold
That shit is trash
Bang this
Cause I guarantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
I keep it thorough nigga