Shit Talk
Emmitte Prince
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Yeah nigga! Boss shit! Prince shit! Back up on it yeah I'm back up on it! Bitch! (I warned you) Okay! East St. Louis is my platform Where young niggas Selling Coke in a Crack form Getting to the Benji's like Lil Jimmy When he crack corn And people die every day But nigga that's norm Hold up I roll up My pockets are swollen I'm strapped And I'm locking and loading Fucked up so I'm rocking and rolling My watch is a rollie Iced out so the time looking Frozen I know a bitch named Nina And that hoe up on my waist Nigga step out of line She'll put em' in his place If you say want war He got to show me like the state Let that bitch go boom Like she hit him with that bass It's a circle full of squares And I ain't you talking about a shape They hate to see a brother shine So, them niggas throwing shade Let me be your candy licker Put that pussy on my face Deliver penetration Til' that pussy ovalate Fucking at the dinner table Put that pussy on the plate Niggas palletizing pounds Calisthenic with the weight Distributing my product As I calculate the cake And any time I make deposits I'll be laughing to the bank They said that credibility May advocate your rank Never seen a foot soldier That can calibrate a tank I maneuver on the enemy Then delegate a flank I'm a One-Man Army I could Desolate a Base Okay! Surely I be coming with it Niggas better come and get it Represent my squad Ain't nobody out here Fucking with it Genocide in the Valley Shooters And we run the city Told you that The face of the Earth is ugly Boy it's nothing pretty Nigga I'm the shit ain't nobody Out here fucking with me Call the cops tell the people That they better come and get me Catch a bullet then I throw it back Like a fucking frisbee They say "Never Die Alone" so, Somebody Coming With Me! Yeah nigga this just what I do On the everyday basis nigga! I wake up in the morning Brush my teeth Then I get back to the money nigga I don't know how to rest Keep a job keep a hustle nigga That's what I do Genocide in the Valley boy Uh! Verse two! I'm back up on my Prince Shit Better tell them late bloomers That I've been sick Money on my mind And I'm feeling like I've been rich That's why the clip For the tooley is extended Rifle in the closet Pistol in the pantry Legal money in the vent Drug money in the mattress Got the scale in the stash Sandwich bags in the cabinet Hash in the freezer Couple ounces in the Attic Come and ease your mind Let me stimulate you Inhaling smoke like a insulator Show you how to do it Like a demonstrator I'm a Stoner f*ck Rehabilitation Higher than The Appalachian Mountains Or the Himalayas No I'm not a Psychedelic Pimp But I've been a Playa Got the Minor situation Then I did it Major I don't like to count on friends Not even to lend a favor Besides I only like the count When it deals with paper We some independent motherfukers We don't deal with labels Cause them motherfukers too shiesty They'll steal the paper Shit I bought a brand new pistol Just to kill a hater Until Eugeno told me "Chill It Playa" Lucky that he told me that Cause I was gone disenergrate em' leave em' with a piss shitbag Or a Fibrillator Enter the vicinity Silent as an infiltrator Kill him when his motions Have been studied and deliberated King of the Jungle Got a Lion in my Pocket And you gone "Hear Me Roar" Just like "Katy Perry's pop hit" Smoking on chronic Want beef that's hedonic Got Heart like "Creed" But I don't mean "Adonnis" It was like the letter "X" How that motherfucker "crossed me" Let this "Hammer" in my hand Put a "Nail in his Coffin" Paramedics on the scene saying "Damn I think we lost him" If it's soldiers at war Then hell with the talking Boy! Nigga Genocide in the Valley That's all I motherfuking know nigga that's what I represent (Fucking right nigga) Shit I bang (Everyday) Genocide (Throw it up) Squad up nigga Hmm! I just count cash on you! Nigga I'm counting cash... clockwise And counter-clockwise nigga (Damn... clockwise and counter?) Yeah that's just how I do it dawg! And you can hate if you want to (Man f*ck em nigga) Get treated like them other busters A nigga be like this on your ass like (How they be?) Yah Yah Yah Trick Yah Yah Yah Trick Yah Yah Yah Yah Trick Yah Yah Yah Trick (Yeah nigga f*ck you man! That's how we do it On you f*ck niggas! Y'all ain't fucking with us And I say f*ck alot cause I don't like You f*ck niggas man! Can't explain myself!) F*ck it! Nigga! Uuh! Hmm! E.P
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