Intro

I don't f**k with what you sayin 'cause your raps weak

I take the back streets of New York and run a track meet

To form life from a rap sheet

See that be the flow that's crushin 'em on the L

Jumpin on they f**kin s**t bustin 'em 'til they swell

Then tell your mother next time she see her son is never

And I be on yo' d**k if my name was No p***y ever

Like The Hulk but they can't fix me

Doom doom doom doom doom and sly like Bill Bixby

This should be havin n***az in the emergency

Undergoing surgery wanting to murder me

When you go you know you heard of me

And yo' last thought is what you did wasn't worth ya life

It's what yo' a*s bought

Caught up in some s**t and I had to let you feel this steel

They found his faggot a*s slumped over the steering wheel

You still feeling real Naw n***a you looking tired

Gone on to sleep baby 'cause yo' s**t is just expired

When I say D M y'all say X

D M

Crowd：X

D M

Crowd：X

When I say D M y'all say X

D M

Crowd：X

D M

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