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Originally Posted by S.B.
Only real niggas feel me I can see if you don't/...
But ya girlfriend feel me in tha back of her throat/
fu*kin up her gum lines like tobacco or coke/....
bullets swishin up ya body like you latherin soap/
Why ! do you want me to murder you man/......
put tha chrome to ya face lik I need a word wit you man/
this nigga actin dead you ain't heard what I said/..
I'm plugin in those hollow tip clips gushin into ya head/
with hollows humpin ya lip lik you givein it head/....
till ya body start to shift and you kissin the dead/
I am tooo! ill you can not Stop it/.........
I'll leave meat hangin from ya chest lik a Hot pocket/
So stop it Lyricals are co*ked residual shots six.../
Lightin up ya chest like Christmas sockets/.......
Yes I pop sh*t...Like white boys mad at nonsense/
Yes my rhymes sick lik sniffin anthrax up ya nose in 9 stints/
Only emcee on Hip hops best kept with the nine sense/
my mind sick my grind sick..... plus my nine spit/
puttin holes in ya body tha size of pine sticks/
you know the name The Emcee on top of the game/
Same muthafu*ka with the rocks in his chain/......
I'm a end the verse like this I'm realer than you/
and you should never pick on niggas bigger than you/
....If you just tunein in I riped this nigga in two/
don't feel ya self so much penix
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real niggas feel you? i know what you mean/
i see youve been to the pen, i bet they keep your ass clean/
again talkin **** about gats, is that all youve got?/
tuff guy on the net, but im the better shot/
ill use little words so you understand, youre played out you should stop/
lets see how many times i can claim that ill cap you?/
is that really all you can think of? nothing else you can flow to?/
ive seen bitches like you ever day of the week/
with your fake platinum chains, and fake gold teeth/
bet you walk with a limp, bet you claim youre a pimp/
truth is youre a kid with an IQ of a gimp/
and now i must leave, you see i work, i make bank/
while youre livin at mommas home, im smokin the dank.