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Verse 1
Mr.
The
Messiah
Livin' like
Nino
Brown, tell
Heather I can't
put my
Glock down
Runnin' with thugs,
got drugs in every region
Schemin' wicked like exorcist,
Texas is back up in your rectum
Aimin' nines at spines,
from the deaf to the blinds
Killin' them in they sleep, peep,
niggas can't see me in 3D
I chose to be a
G, wearin' headwrags,
house shoes and dickies
Slip me to 45, chest ties,
there's no escapin'
Rapin' niggas mentally,
turn gangstas into patients
Physically, my capabilities is unexpected
Do the shit I do now,
cause as a child I was neglected
Nevertheless, it's manda that I roam
In my own zone, smokin'
Acre of weed
Proceed to make these skeezers hold on,
so long I'm gone
AK packin' inside my
Pele jacket, smugglin' ammo
In case I run into a
Rambo
Gamble with life on they red, uh -uh
They end up dead,
turnin' powder to bread
Cause nigga,
Stayin' intact with niggas from
Pittsburgh to
Virginia
Lick ya, split ya, fill ya with my wickedness
How could I be doin' this?
Turnin' yo' hip -hop into real shit
And now I gets lifted
You niggas crazy thinkin' this rap game'll
stop you from gettin' twisted
We turning this hip hop
into some real shit
Some of these niggas be count up,
they traz padrats
Is it fact or fiction that you spittin?
My niggas live twice as many nights,
grab attention, niggas listen
We turning this hip hop
into some real shit
Some of these niggas be count up,
they traz padrants
Is it fact or fiction that you spittin?
My niggas live twice as many nights,
grab attention, niggas listen
You are now exposed to southern exposure
My voice traps and holds you when
I heraunch the platform it's on
I show him the mic like snakes
Scholars debate over abstract meanings
a court in the streets
Now watch your most vocal
gangster rapper retreat
When I speak the truth
My aim is more than entertainment
And niggas claim it's sex
Instead they lose they life right back
Who's playing
Russian roulette with the
usual suspects?
Subject to stick nine mils to your
neck I'm in an exposed mode
To fuck your hoe and give a shit
The dope fiction turn young niggas old
Broke niggas rich, I twist my index and write
rhymes that'll blow your mind to
Venus and back
A genius with fly traps for those who attack,
yet hoes collapse like lungs
I'm sprung like an addict,
though this rap shit act quick or get your back split
Burning them like acid with my 4 -5 automatic,
no rhyme on this planet can handle my lyrical status
Automatically speaking, is he a
G when he's stinking?
The dope fiction is intervening
wickedest game you missed
Receiving no evidence,
the dope fiction was heaven sent
It is, irrelevant g's, bow down on knees
And praise the real
God, cause it's hard to believe
We turning this hip -hop
into some real shit
Some of these niggas be counterfeit,
trash, bad man
Is it fact or fiction that you spitting?
My niggas live dry, feel the night,
strive for attention
into some real shit
Some of these niggas be countin'
Big tracks, bad niggas
Is it fact or fiction that you spittin'?
My niggas live dry, feel the light
Strive for attention, niggas missin'
We turnin' this hip -hop
into some real shit
Some of these niggas be countin'
Big tracks, bad niggas
Is it fact or fiction that you spittin'?
My niggas live dry, feel the light
into some real shit
Some of these niggas be countin'
Big tracks, bad niggas
Is it fact or fiction that you spittin'?
My niggas live dry, fear the night, strive for attention,
Em
Em
Em
niggas nips it
Em
You
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