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What Ima hit you
You motherfuckers duck

Im a bull in a china shop, how the uzi spit
Who we with, with hammers and they like too legit
I got any time for your foolishness
Raw raps from the place where the sits
He the mofucker always goose and shit
a rapper out, Timberland boots and shit
The left hand is what I you the with
The hand is where I write all of the ruthless shit
Survival of the fit or my boozy shit
My hands are made of stone cut from that shit
Big gold chains, we was on shit
Still roll with the kids I stole the Gucci
I you dead in the face so fuck the music shit
The guns command though, Hollywood shit
Yall yall on some Lollapalooza shit
Let the grow
Yall are scared when I inside the booth and shit
Cuttin mofuckers roll on some sushi shit
Yall are cowards, yallll only talk on computer
This a Haitian ritual, Im on my shit

Find out whos the (Vinnie)
Rock and not
What Ima hit you
You motherfuckers duck

Death before dishonor, [?] blood yall are
I let the 4.5 blocka while I was [?]
Dead Sea overlook the view inside a grave
The dictionary definition of
Yall weak
Fat bull, but my pockets never out of
You a bitch, security guard the gates
The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada
Im tryin to make the same money that make
Eyes never lie, Im that you not with
Rhymes and one tape, record an album in an
You a pile of waste, I see a and salivate
motherfuckers of, time to consolidate
A thousand pounds of force your heart to
Its Armageddon for you motherfuckers, lock the
Any bitch I means that Ima copulate
My revolution will be met with Peter fate
Thats the that the God is tryin to populate
I can tell you how the taste
The 4.5 lift you, sent you into space