Yeah now now is you motherf**kers ready for this （cmon） Do you really think you ready for this （cmon） Do you know that you ready for this huh We gon see if you ready for this I be the street sweeper ni**a Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at From f**kin round with the mi-dack Eleven twenty-four act 47 F**k whos standin around them get close up and down and I done came here to get brains Shoot you twice in your stomach Then leave your boxin shorts full of sh*t stains You're b**ch-made you ain't a gangsta you a sucker a** These niggaz scared of your bark *barkin* but b**ch I touch a** And bust back whats that its face-mob in effect With icarus reggie jamal and treach I told you that talkin wasnt sh*t to me So b**ch be more specific when you spit for me It ain't sh*t to me you a hoe in fifth degree A discharge from a dick disease You lil maggot part time thug for a faggot Plastic-a** chump you don't want no static Real niggaz - louder Real niggaz - louder louder Real niggaz - yo Real niggaz Yo yo yo Its funk doc I thought you knew Ppp in the back and they parkin to jump Thorough borough bricks ashy elbow kid I f**k chicks off elmo flicks My tape is off safety tongue the gun Mouth to barrel I spit it numbs the front So what cha what cha wannnt yo my boys is beastie We grew up untamed unemployed and eatin You sharks in the water avoid the deep end We only f**k chicks that enjoys the beatings Young ike turners disco infern-ers Concentratio camp nobody turn up I roll up a x that came with kits Leave you with nightmares dana dane was with （niiight-marrres） I can train yo b**ch with a chain and whip It blow the block down while I change the clip Yo don't approach me wrong little kids call me smokey-mon Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms *beep beep* And I stand on the corner til my coke is gone Niggaz wanna get they ice picks poke the don But they know I got a gun big as oprahs arm And I know a old lady thatll choke they moms A attitude thats what I don't walk without Ni**a ima time for it you just talk about Ic is the man and I never been to japan Got a japanese b**ch with my dick in her hand This is the plan I'm about to get in the van Go and get rid of the man I done did it again Skunk I blow then off to the trunk I go Pull the pump out slow dump out fo I'm the ni**a that the streets raised I'm the ni**a thatll make 3-ways outta ni**a pjs The ni**a thatll smack the sh*t out the dj If he don't give icarus sh*t a replay Poker flush yall niggaz joke too much And my gun got cancer it smoke too much we First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls I'm real I can sense danger and tap calls I'm real I feel when haters wanna clap mal I look a ni**a eye to eye when I speak I'm transparent I can see if you a killer or a freak Or a b**ch thatll do anything to get rich Or a snitch thatll drop dime on the click Or a fake thatll rather see me at my wake Or a jake tryin to infilitrate give me a case I'm real like b**ch get the f**k out my face I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth give you a taste I'm a real ni**a if I don't get no bigger I'm five-five still knockin out tall niggaz We real niggaz plottin on dummies with tall figures Real niggaz hands on forty caliber triggers Bullets hummin real like redmans fifth comin Trigger treach Bastards blunts buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo F**k a jolly jingle old b**ches break for bingo Christmas time I crack yak and kris with kringle Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho single Whos the game scratcher minus the rap masters Name is heyyy with the gay（ ） g after My thugs on the street with the heat listen to me See them diamond d m medallions snatch you give em to me Mally gs a part of me icky slips his ownself mickies In crowded armories f**k with redman you're a dead man at the robbery Youll be adebisi greasy put him on to me f**k that I'm a throwin flames fanatic bashin brains come at it 404

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