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Hook:
Nigga I ain`t got no feelings What the fuck you think this is? I got no reason to live So make your mind up What you wanna do? I make your family be missing you Nigga I ain`t got no feelings What the fuck you think this is? I got no reason to live So make your mind up What you wanna do? I make your family be missing you Verse 1: Slop & Patacico Dustin` you off like dirty finger prints on evidence Battlin` me ya dead like presidents I`m Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff The man just like Meth, Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def Wid a pen I`m king like Kurupt, When I throw a style you betta duck If you don`t yo ass is outta luck Don`t fuck, wid the masta, If I have to, the I`ll blast ya Then go to church to see my pastor Why ya have to be like this Me and the mic`s tight like Gladys Knight and the Pips This year my son turned six, Yo style`s wack and you need to get that shit fixed Representin` Jersey my raps hittin` harder than bricks [Patacico] I`m iller, realer, Than ya local drug dealer Come to my villa, Meet the nine milla, Lettin` off, Where I stop you gettin` off, Make you feel it juts like Latifah`s kiss in Set It Off You want war come on, Put on the boxing gloves People call me an artist in the canvas Cause I draw blood, That`s what`s up, Wid the shit I manouver Hit the losers wid a Luger Than lay up in Aruba I`m gon` be rappin` till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic, I`m sicker than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako Holdin` heat somewhere on Wall Sreet wid Sloppy Joe You hear me though? Hook Verse 2: Slop, Patacico & Kurupt My name is Stephen I eat MCs for no apparent reason It in you if you skeezin` I`m pleasin` Those who dare, I advise you not to stare You be assed out like a flat tyre widout a spare I declare war before I had to even the score You got me hot like sand on the shore, I`m runnin` the floor, like a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina I get honies to make you say "You seen her?" [Patacico] I`m pregnant, but only in my mind Hopin` my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum album I fell on, using the steel to do crimes Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs Charismatic asthmatic, ballin` like Madden, Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet Speedin` like car racin`, Cream like carnation, Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facin`, Hey old lady, sorry`s all I can say By bills got me lookin` at pocket books, in a different way, Fox got the bubbled eye Benz-o I`m in the back of Kurupt flex truck playin` 64 Nintendo [Kurupt] Get peeled, skills in the fields Raw dog raw deals, Niggas either ill, fake or real
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