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I'm a rider and provider and I don't tolerate ho shit I Bun B out on emcees meaning I obliterate yo' shit Man, every time I try to like a rapper they turn and do ho shit Make me ski mask on they a-a-ass, run they jewels and mo shit You looking at the guy who the guy that you think that I got my style from got his own style from ('sup?) I came with a sly wink and a shit grin with a pimp limp and a foul tongue I'm a Brooklyn son, set adrift in a chemtrail sky Bad guys knock when the doors are locked, I got no shots left, better prep for God Not long, He'll be talkin the same shit, I am just impossible Got a right to be hostile, motherfucker life is a coffin, layin' down in it ain’t awesome Every single moment you spend in the dirt is a worse time than the last moment, own it We all know you don't know shit (no shit!) Me and Mike will straight write your obit And the obit goes like this: "Here lies a punk bitch, real fuck boy type Who never want shit, 'bout as soft as his momma's own tit" And sensitive as his old lady's clit, real bust-out bitch She fuck my clique, obscene, absurd with the words I cleaned up curbs with the blood and the bones of you nerds I kill with the mic and murder with words I'm known on the corners where murders occur, I cruise in the verse where murderers lurk When god in the building, who they gonna hurt Not a butterfly, bunny, bee, bird bein' hurt Got a third-rock-from-the-sun claim for the turf Never learned how to love, gimme brain then it burnt Yeah that hurts, but at worst it will already start With a curse in the heart that'll hurt til it's worse Bttt Stick, Bttt Stick! Let that four-fifth turn and twist em If they all got the mark we miss em I pray death come quick and kiss em If he need help I assist him Follow? All of my tips is hollow I could kill your ass today but right now I’m playin' Grand Theft Auto Brain check I’m just come through your hood, and just shoot your ass tomorrow Brain dead Scattered over the hood of my old lady’s brand new auto Man, knew I should have kept it G and drove my Monte Carlo It got like this, it shake in pieces, I shoot your ass again tomorrow Bang! Ok, I’m an asshole, kiss me (good luck!) Break a leg in a bear trap, skippy Wasn’t in class when the lunch bell rang Due to Colt 45 plus smoke got shitty Mike already a help assist with me Tag team of the goddamn century I never asked for shit, it ain’t in me You go to work now, but the style haunts history No doubt I’m a dick, fuck with me Liberty bell cracked, the cops aren’t kidding The rabbit in the hat is all deaf now, ain't it? Came for the freedom, stayed for the prison Came for the women, stayed for the money Presidents are better worth dead to feed tummies You came for the brains, but you stayed for the fucking The money’s by the side of the bed, it ain’t nothing