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Dead. Ain't shit diffin all the thugs. Blew the video. Ras Kass Organized rhymes, nigga Listen I got the currier for thug passion, picture that, the atomic core Black and wrist, with the crack get the gat. If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappy Groupies get the bozack Snake niggaz I'm gonna get your ass back, like your ass crack Shit lowjack and you know that I ain't never bout wit down nigga Act crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more drama Life is six figures, double niggaz wit babies mommas You know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterflies MC's live like catterpilla (pilla) Beyond some dreams, smoke fuckin get paid Every thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawers For three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ's Like I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crew Hit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick ass And drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beer Some say my attitude is fucked up and real crummy Since I come from the state where it's always sunny Ha ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said: No child, I work hoes for the money So many days, so many nights. So many mics blown. So many ways to die, so many strive. So many days, so many nights. So many mics blown. So many ways to die, so many try. How you do that there? Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, please Fuck the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesis I got my front and my back, like prevysesis So tell me who this niggaz think they intimidated I ain't havin none of that shit that bein constipated My pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat ends And I'm still on critically, The queen of central corner vaugh matches lyrically So what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't fuckin wit me (true) I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the company Once before the icore. Switch my soft war Release the rugged more, wit the mark of the beast Fuck a bitch in the mouth, but then pussy gets infected wit gees Gotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet) You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolution Yo. Niggaz wiggin out like Whitney Houston You feel me? I do shit Pussy