'til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty, and Motherfuckers know that i'll never be Marshall again,įull of controversy until I retire my jersey,
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock, So ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch, You motherfuckers could never do it like I could do it,ĭon't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it,ĭon't ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it, I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em, I spit it slow so these kids know that i'm talkin' to 'em, You'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cause. Runnin' and duckin' out the Hard Rocks parking lot, You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room,Įverybody halts and stops, calls the cops,Īll you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops, It's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, You can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at 'em, It's actually better cause instead you murderin', Who needs bullets, soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets,Īn excellent method to get rid of the next bully,
Pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitche, it's news, I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bet's be off, Like my lawyer's, when the fuckin' judge let's me off,Īll you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze. Pull it, squeeze it, till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies,
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If you conceal it, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation,Īny hesitation'll get you killed, if you feel it, kill it, When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real, So they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, If it's true, if it's you, what you say in your rap's, what you do, Willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin', Never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one,Īnd got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin', Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns,