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Tytuł: Trife Thieves

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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
  
  Trife thieves we can't be trusted
  step into my clique the wrong way
  and get your motherfucking dome busted
  We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches
  We ain't just shooting niggaz
  we buckin bitches
  
  [Bizarre]
  My fully loaded nine will shoot through your metal door
  Have ya nigga's far and out like white kids at grocery stores (AHHHH)
  Battle bizarre and its just to deadly
  Even a rapper with amnesia who met me still could forget me
  If I don't get all my fucking dough
  Y'all gonna see more fights and spits then the Jerry Springer show
  Cause I'm a nasty, dirty, filthy bitch
  But _ even a basshead with AIDS would suck my dick
  Cause I'm quick to snatch a nigga out his polo
  I'm the reason nigga's come ten deep and end up leavig solo
  Meet losing ya'll nigga's must be bugging
  We can battle for ten minutes and let your cousins be the judges
  I'm the illest rapper to come out thus far
  I'll shoot anybody even the bitch who gave me CPR
  Step to the Outz and end up getting burned
  Fuck around and get raped like one of Bill Clinton's interns
  
  [Eminem]
  I'll shove a gun in ya grill greasy and heated
  smothered in hot mustard
  so when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it
  You need to be immediately treated while you breathin
  or you'll be leavin the receivin room this evenin with Jesus
  You hate on us and we'll be waitin on eight corners swarmin ya hood
  With a thousand angry skateboarders (c'mon)
  I hop in a jeep and slam on the gas and charge you
  and bombard you in the car that your mom bought you
  Fuck around and get choked and found in a moat
  Flotin around drowned face down in a boat
  I'll pile five dudes in a pinto and pull up
  to the 7 Mile drive-through at McDonald's and piledrive you
  I got the power to snatch a motherfucker out of his car
  When he drives by me at 90 mph
  This place is my house I might as well erase my face with white out
  cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows
  
  [Fuzz]
  I'm dressed to please sucking nips, yeah, she get it
  The same way that I fucked the chick
  Stuck my hands in her panties like bitch suck my dick
  87 freak 187 heat the passion rolls I'm passing clothes
  You like it in the ass is what I'm askin hoes
  Aren't you Fuzz he has sold more albums then the Jackson's sold
  I love you baby if I'm not with you then I'm blastin foes
  Telepathly harrasing foes
  I know your little sister is four-teen but her ass can grow
  Ice-berg took down Titantic elastical
  Given my fans the exact shit they asking for
  Fuzz Scooter fucking one man bout to show you passing one blunt
  Bitch we passing four
  I rode your ass and smoked take one pull and smoke your head up
  I'll send you to tell 2Pac to keep his head up
  I went to the fighting really Canibus who can get up
  I knew this shit was over from the fucking blood that he spit up
  Ran a couple more miles should have done more sit-ups
  I want his dumb ass to jump up bitch and get lit up
  Call your bitch like bitch come and pick this bitch up
  On battle you be sweeter then I get this shit up
  I'll stomp you too you get up
  Or stomp you to the cops come
  Eighty nigga's came when your fucking block got dumb
  
  [(Chorus) x2]