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  • A demonstration of who the best is,
    Stress is when
    I afflict your death wish,
    Check this before
    I check you
    And tell you what the rest knew already
    We get it heavy, money bad,
    The crack or axe roll on your
    Chevy. Get ready, prepare for the truth,
    I double dare one to double cross me,
    Play booth, you can’t flip to suit,
    You run them down, blindfold ‘em, line ‘em up,
    Gun them down, even when
    I **** around
    I don’t **** around.
    My life work can leave your life curb,
    Smell a perfect trait, yeah,
    I smell like perp
    Dirt, do your dirty and give it back to earth
    For what is worth find another turf.
    Before you work, learn the hustle, first
    Cut them off with a hunger thirst.
    I drink in here ‘till
    I’m full, the raging bull,
    Too much births and yeah,
    I’m full.
    Aiming at the chess play, call it lay it face,
    You get cramps when the brea brakes
    I get big chunks, raw chunks,
    You’ll get found in the deep slump
    You ran it out of throw, real face,
    I pump your brakes, see you at the wait, nigger.
  • A demonstration of who the best is,
    Stress is when
    I afflict your death wish,
    Check this before
    I check you
    And tell you what the rest knew already
    We get it heavy, money bad,
    The crack or axe roll on your
    Chevy. Get ready, prepare for the truth,
    I double dare one to double cross me,
    Play booth, you can’t flip to suit,
    You run them down, blindfold ‘em, line ‘em up,
    Gun them down, even when
    I **** around
    I don’t **** around.
    My life work can leave your life curb,
    Smell a perfect trait, yeah,
    I smell like perp
    Dirt, do your dirty and give it back to earth
    For what is worth find another turf.
    Before you work, learn the hustle, first
    Cut them off with a hunger thirst.
    I drink in here ‘till
    I’m full, the raging bull,
    Too much births and yeah,
    I’m full.
    Aiming at the chess play, call it lay it face,
    You get cramps when the brea brakes
    I get big chunks, raw chunks,
    You’ll get found in the deep slump
    You ran it out of throw, real face,
    I pump your brakes, see you at the wait, nigger.