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Sniff on this good shit that got your eyes swollen
Your nose drippin'
What's that shit you sippin'?
My mind's trippin', sometimes I feel I'm slippin'
I feel like slippin' the clip in and start flippin'
I figured you out (Yeah)
I got reasonable doubt
You'se a loud mouth, that's not what a thug is about
You'se a homo nigga that just caught a deal
Just because you got money, don't make you real
I tell it like it is, because this is how I feel
Just because you got guns, don't mean you kill
Just because your top drop, don't make you hot
Braggin' about what you got might get you shot
Yo, yo, fuck 'em, leave 'em face down
Yeah, side up from the waist down
Yo, we sized up for the grey now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down
We like four steps ahead of you, dick
You small claims court, we federal
Styles on the vegetables, quit actin' like you never knew
Bitch nigga vegetable stew, no beef
All his proceeds go to gold teeth and more grief
Man, I told you they was gon' sleep, Street
Never mind heat for these freaks, catch Cooley on high like Cochise
Make 'em scream, go from yellin' OG to oh Jesus
Can't believe this motherfucker knocked out my gold teeth
It's part me, God, for usin' your name in vain
But it's like you saw what a god, nigga spoiled the game
Your money and fame will bury all the worry and pain
When the hot rock pop and rock the side of your brain
Yo, yo, fuck 'em, leave 'em face down
Yeah, side up from the waist down
Yo, we sized up for the grey now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down
Microphone check, I got dough to get
I never sweat, I approach the mic like a seasoned vet
All those death threats you sent, I haven't seen them yet
When we step on the set, y'all be quiet as kept
When we come through, y'all just move to the left
All that rah-rah talk, you keep it under your breath
I suggest y'all show a street nigga respect
I'm not a rap cat, I just rap for the check
And I will tap that chin if you get out of text
If you feel that you can disrespect what I rep
I'm from Shaolin (What?), you better watch your step
Remember what the Wu told you, protect your neck
This the jump off, I'ma show you how we really get wrecked
You get knocked off when I black out and smash your specs
Your best bet is just to cop out, put down the TEC
That's not gangsta, I don't care how much you flex
Yo, I got a head full of trauma, nigga
Fuck around, you beheaded for the trauma center, messin' with mine
Keep a closet full of hammers, I ain't stressin' your nine
So keep them peashooters to yourself and study your wealth
You gon' need some of that money to front for your health
Don't try to front for me, you dummy, rather front for yourself
Have you leakin', runnin' from the scene, screamin' for help
Know when your shit trash, last to sell, but first on the shelf
Yo, yo, fuck 'em, leave 'em face down
Yeah, side up from the waist down
Yo, we sized up for the grey now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down
Yo, fuck 'em, leave 'em face down
Yeah, side up from the waist down
Yo, we sized up for the grey now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down
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