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[Talking] Uh, n***as talkin' sh**? These n***as talkin sh**? Look f** it I'm my own man boss I don't accept gifts from enemies that's Trojan horse Life is a hard road, but I rode that course And for the love of my people I'll tote that cross I'll, blow that force like tornadoes b**hes blocks gettin' dropped, let's call that legos Or tetris, gimme da mic, let me wreck this don't test this You disrespect this and you's breakfast, bake 'em I take iron chef the way make 'em You the eggs and ya boy's bacon, break 'em Bunch of bullsh** occurred I ain't scurred I'm just waitin' I ain't stirred, and I ain't shaken Drink that, throw up on tracks f** where your sink's at Critics inspect my raps, f** where your kinks at? Cause I like my flows flawless, I like my hoes drawers less And when it comes to fist fights, I like my foes jaw-less Still gettin' strangled though the microphones cordless k** 'em on stage and dump the body in the audience This is pure rawness, applaud this, it comes from where the core is Don't ask where I'm from, ask where your who*e is I'll teach ya what war is, I been learned the art Thought I was only book smart, n***a I'm also crook smart Tell you 'bout the risky business I done took part But da D.A. be listenin' knife and fork both sharp I ain't swimmin' in a pond, I'mma full grown shark Lot of fishes where I'm from but I got a frozen heart So if it's love you on that show won't start You need to find a sensitive one and I'm no Mozart May seem offensive to some the sh** they got me up on I be gettin' the bread, you be gettin' the crumb I be gettin' ahead, you get looked down upon I be gettin' da head, you be gettin' the p**n Mayday, I'm feelin' like Ray J Feelin' like maybe, I'll be f**in' on a b**h named KK That's any Kardashian, cause once your cashie on They got a face ya could splish splish splashy on The camera flashy on while we did it But this a p**y horror flick she be screamin' while I k** it I did it, she take the rubber say she gone rid it Nah b**h don't gimme no gimmick I watch ya every move like a critic it's cool call me a cynic But I watched “The Game” too, y'all be turkey bastin' it Eggs! I flush every drip down to the dregs Then you needs to get the opposite “on” of my bed She sit and she stares, like, I'mma go where? I say you ain't gotta go home, but get the f** outta here No love for hoes, throw all her clothes Out the windows then I turn off my phones Deuces, I do's it ruthless, un-fooled with cuteness They say I'm rude, and atrocious, well process that They called their cousins for me They tried to run up on me then take four steps back Cause I got, apes and gorillas I call red backs And they don't hesitate n***as they push heads back Evil, make you n***as look feeble They move more illegal than Steven Siegel Steven Spielberg couldn't write this script better So I'm writin' this letter Dear Santa, this Christmas, I'll like to get a... Nine a 4-5, about a hundred clips Couple grenades, a shotgun for em n***as runnin' lips Couple A-K's so when I buck some I clear out a whole strip Come on man Santa what's wrong don't be actin' like no b**h He said I'm makin' one trip and can't get caught with all this sh** Man f** it, I'll send this letter to that n***a Tip