I don't give a f** who you are
I don't give a f** who you get homie
I'm gonna f** you up
I'm gonna make you run your money
[Coast]
If I support a deal with real sh** is that I know better
So fed up no-cheddar-having go-getter
I don't need nothing when your co*ky team bluffing
Cause you f**ers about dope as a poppy seed muffin
Worship me like the scripture in your favorite book
My soul reels the ghost chills that King David took
So try to penetrate I'll devastate your whole platoon
Then emerge a month later from a smoking tomb
Goons tie shrooms and balloons filled with h**n
Popping poon in hotel rooms at ?? Sheraton
It's evident I'm colder than cold water on sediment
You can't relate you better skate like Nancy Kerrigan
That's oldschool, my flow's new to a whippersnapper
Sickest rapper some would say that I'm a wicked cracker
Greasy guinea, mouth dirtier than olden truckers
Soulless f**er only pray over broken rubbers
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[Nightwalker]
You ain't getting money you ain't doing sh**, you ain't even breathing
Knock 'em out they f**ing shoes and leave 'em bleeding
We be eating on the south-side of the Windy City
When I'm with Tabs or Philly ain't nobody f**ing with me
In ritzy restaurants dressed like f**ing hooligans
I'll pull the pistol out with a drink in my hand like Julian
Me and my brothers sip on bourbon aged in old barrels
And we got a crazier following than Joe Carroll
A known a**hole walking down a road less traveled
I'll rip my own f**ing heart out and throw it at you
Then go get tattooed all in a days work
I used to be a piece of sh**, now I'm way worse
I never paid for a verse I never bought a beat
I don't need you respect on the web I get it on the street
Motherf**er talk is cheap appease this .38
I peeped your last record every f**ing last word is gay
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[Tabs]
How about a little thanks, I ain't in this game to get rich
But I am trying to fill up banks like the Fresh Prince
Be on the nexus on some next sh**
Not Mr. Smith but I'll leave fresh prints on your neck like a necklace
You'd french kiss half the dudes on your friends list
You dudes are tripping like Mr. Hendrix on 10 hits
Wanna see me live in the flesh with these clenched fists
You got a dying man's final request; a d**h wish
It's who I rep with, anyone else is downgrading
We turn this sh** around that's why these clowns about facing
Your props are make believe you ain't profound at ground breaking
Maybelline is the only way you ever laid down a foundation
So hows it feel to be about as real as Snooki's tan
I'll snuff a f** trying to bu*ter me up like a cookie pan
Shouldn't push me, we know you p**y fam
Coming out the closet trying to convince us you's the boogeyman
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