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Nigga, this shit been hard (Yeah) Body ya whole family Like Chris Benoit Leave ya pen scarred Spit rim bars, ghetto memoirs Bag ya bitch right in front of you Revoke ya pimp card You with the centaurs Send her with her ribs gone And a Fuck Ya Lyfe tee That's the shit we been on Nigga, my gun been drawn And these cowards can't fuck with me Nemstar with the Gemzstar, buck-fifty Fuck a stylist You keep on icing I'll slice ya eyelids Ice picks in ya iris It's Coney Island We up in Cypress On the roof, laying like snipers Professional shit, night vision goggles with wipers One shot outta the barrel fuck up your ciphers Shout out to the Lyfers Scumbags and knifers Live from Rikers Motherfucker get cut quickly Nemstar with the Gemzstar, buck sixty Armed heavily Guardians guardin' the God's legacy My squad stomp you out with more legs than a centipede Desert Eags, bombed at the bar off of kerosene Kill yaself, you in the closet like David Carradine Beretta scream Couldn't step to me with the Devil's team Energy like it's ten of me Crash ya embassy Kick ya front door wide open Like, "Yo, remember me?" Gemzstar with the Nemstar, buck seventy I'm a hundred percent gutter A hundred percent tougher And any one these suckas I tell 'em, "Go fuck ya mother" I fell in love with the hustle You fell in love with a Gunther Now I got that broad feeding me grapes That bitch a butler She got you eating out of her ass 'Cause you a buster She showed me where you keep ya stash You shouldn't trust her She thought I loved her But I dubbed her Now she hate me Nemstar with the Gemzstar buck eighty Man, I put that bitch head in a box like Kevin Spacey I knock you out in front of the cops And tell 'em, "Chase me" Ya mom's is a big bull dyke They call her Tasty She used to boost Lo gear for me from outta Macy's That's my crimey The warrant squad couldn't find me They mased the whole team on the block They coulda blind me Grimy Wake you out ya sleep with one ninety Gemzstar with the Nemstar, buck ninety Come try me Punk, the pump right by me You pump-fakin and fist-pumpin' Ya suit's shiny I'm too slimy Slide the tentacle in ya wifey Might be the nicest ever without a pardon You a target I'm Sergeant Slaughter to you Ya little twat, I got callouses harder than you I'm a storm shadow You a born rat who needs his jaw shattered I abhor rappers I'm the law, lord and master I'm in the F-150 Raptor All i do is grind and ride Merch game homicide Shittin on your nine to five Ask me how I'm doin' I say, "I'm alive" But I still keep the grip by my side Just in case the drama rise Take the stand, I'ma lie Lookin' in your honors eyes Jab leave you stunned Right hook'll leave you traumatized Me and Gemz kill niggas line-for-line With a scholars mind Flow hotter than the sun shine in Ghana skies Dollar signs Lotta crime Posted by the mama's fried Shotties slide out the trenchcoat Like its Colombine Gotta grind When the feds givin' out that Gotti time Probably find Bodies lined up In ya lobby slime Dust, booze Mushrooms Smack ya out ya molly mind Police comin' around like, "Who done it?" Back-to-back Gat-for-gat Who want it? Nemstar with the Gemzstar Two hunnit, nigga Nigga Come here, nigga Ahh, nigga, just cut me! Hold that, motherfucker Somebody call the police!