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East Coast, West Coast..
All my country, funky, brother, motherfuckers [Verse One] To my, no good niggaz, and my, no good bitches Sorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitches Seems y`all too bold for ya britches Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggaz I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors Resevoir Dog style, truly yours Yes, I be the slug up in your chest Then you wonder why you can`t feel the full strength of ciggarettes My nationality is, brutality I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casually You`d be surprised how much info you can get For a bottle of crack to find yo` punk ass and yo` kinfolks Plus, that crew you run with is butt I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain`t runnin shit and go off a BIT if you do a show in da Bricks You`d swear you was fly and how we bring so much turbulence I keep your nervous level high nigga You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga When we creep [Verse Two] I give respect to all my woolly niggaz with the Rolex Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets Especially when my royalty check is late, I don`t hesitate I scoop up Keith, and see who`s flashin at the Palla- -dium, hide your weed niggaz cause here I come Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC`s overlook me I slip the bartender some more Just to tell me [how much cash and Dom P you pour] Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industry If we ain`t clickin then I`m engineerin your injuries Forty-eight tracks of automatics and facts Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality blacks And I don`t give a FUCK if you did thirty bids Still I bring Ecstasy like I`m the rapper Jaleel Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin mind, I got you niggaz duckin out like I`m one-time Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes nutty Like I be doin security at my live shows Your A&R is a punk, he got you gassed when I brutally smash any contender in my weight class Aiyyo Twinz yo this nigga got jewels (hold that nigga while I rob this fool) When we creep
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