What, Silky Don Entertainment That nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9'' Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo I'm the type to show up to the studio Write that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?" I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat Have your label faxin my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?" It's a true fact, when you rap, the crowd boo that And more than a few cats agree you shouldn't even do rap What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT Your girl's a true rat, so when I fucked her I wore two hats So move back you little newjack 'Fore you f*ck around and do some shit that get not only you But your whole crew whacked Too strong and I'm too black And pack not one but two gats And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat The veteran that'll never retire Devilish, judge the red in my eye Judge the nine instead of my size Ahead of my time, the second coming of a legend in rhymes That'll shine whenever I die We never lie, you'll never get by I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubs You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted Pits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic Give me a heater, you givin' me a reason to shoot You givin' me the key to your coupe Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin' the five Wavin' the tec out the window, clip touchin' the tire Shit is over Shit is over, shit is over The shit is over, the shit is over 'Cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit us Ain't nobody fuckin' wit us Shit is ove'
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