Tytuł: What cha think

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   Time to get with ya
  What ya think nigga
  Time to get with ya
  What ya think nigga
  
  I already done told ya niggaz
  Shit I showed y'all niggaz
  When I slaughtered ya niggaz
  This how I sold ya niggaz
  Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight
  Here me kick it
  I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and artistic
  Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
  I stay clear you cut the war underwear
  I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie
  When my blood start bubblin I get fystie
  Laced with cyanide
  hard education if somebody try to bite me
  Scratchy, flows come across hypely
  Closer than your fuckin icy
  Reaching my level is highly unlikely
  Precisely I'm the right king I be
  Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to ever try me
  Got be suffering some type of fault or malfunction
  You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
  Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers
  On top of things running shit why you bitches going under
  If I take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose
  Cause that half ass material you putting out
  probably ain't gone never surface
  You harmless, you couldn't blow the bomb up
  Couldn't keep up the pace I set
  I'll whoop your ass with my warm-ups
  Entertainer rap composer and performer
  Map located on the southern corner
  I'm making the way like they at a parade
  Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for brave
  When them bullets get sprayed
  So I ain't no hangman no gang bang
  Shit, I'm trying to change things
  We stuck on the same thang
  Stealing draws from Les Unplauge
  Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge
  Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers
  Smoke weed all the way to the bank
  Nigga what the fuck you think
  
  [Chorus]
  
  What cha thank nigga
  
  [Verse-2]
  
  Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
  Doing videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
  Independent, smoke herb
  Walking this thing throughout your suburb
  Got young niggaz switching suburbans
  The tempo I run when I run around like a tortoise
  Your mom say run when I hear they come
  ta get they titty slick and they pussies murdered
  Low down dirty
  Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million dollar merges
  Never mix no bullshit with your business
  I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
  there til I finish
  If I cut ya down I'm gone make you look bad
  I'm gone make them look at you
  the same way they look at the back of a dog's ass
  Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like elephants
  Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
  Playa haters are of no relevance
  I'm striving on intelligence
  And changing like them elements
  If you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya
  But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya
  What the fuck you think its time to come up
  And profit off the shit we sell
  Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL
  Nigga next to me your shit be seeming fake
  You bests to move your fucking finger
  While I cuts my piece off the tank cake
  Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face
  But stick your fingers in your mothafucking ears
  Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean bass
  Cause it ain't gone be no more after me
  It ain't no limit to these young black hustlers
  ask that nigga Master P
  It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man
  Ya'll niggaz know ya can't hang
  Nigga, what the fuck you think
  
  [Chorus till fade]