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  Even though Im fuckin with the po-po
  Them nigga know how I act in a low-low
  Slow mo, nigga check out my promo
  You mofos cant fuck with my mojo
  I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga
  To go for that nigga, I aint cha ho nigga
  I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
  The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas
  Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
  Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done
  The bigger they come, the harder they fall
  I burn like the sun, continue to ball
  Hes got nuts and plus the Don touch
  And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch
  Hes laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
  Just back, in the cut, he thinks hes King Tut
  Caint fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck
  That niggas, really love him and tear the city up
  Uhh, even though Im fuckin with the po-po
  Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
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  Who me? A nigga livin life like a G
  In that artillery keepin niggas off of me
  I cant sleep living in these wicked times
  Peep, niggas after me cause they see Im stacking Gs and heat
  You can holler if you want to please
  I aint runnin with no punk crew be
  Enemies and my range is on
  Youre in the danger zone
  My fuckin game is strong, hotline
  You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
  From hustling and busting them rhymes
  To my niggas up in Quentin
  Down on Rikers Isle stay rile
  But a nigga gotta use his styles
  These niggas dont know my style
  Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
  Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
  Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style
  These niggas dont know my style
  Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
  Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
  Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style
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  Im hard, Jehovah said Im barred from the pearly gates
  Fuck Him, I didnt wanna go to heaven anyway
  But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped
  Talkin bout some praise the Lord shit
  Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her
  Id probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer
  Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean
  With the fifth by the Gabardine
  What you expected from his next of kin
  Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican
  I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
  A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin
  The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin
  Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
  How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
  And my body start to shake
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