N.I.G.G.A.
black market, black wallstreet my machine gun funk will put ya'll niggas to sleep, you contract I expand, I bust back like seven MACS
I'm like a general with soldiers at my command with trick facts making them masses foldup like napsacks, these people try and pickme apart but I remain intact, lyrically abstract mafioso mind that rhyme with that ill flow, I spit what I know and I know what I spit
50 Cent is nothing but a low-class conspiracy and that ain't no theory, I know dealers without guns that's supposed to be scary but that's like Cassidy being a thug and Jada not beatin' an mc in a rap battle, Like the Dogg Pound knocking down New York, I'm tippin' these dudes like cattle, I'm taboo like Black Eyed Peas, fuckin' with me is like taking info from you, you deserve a negro please
N.I.G.G.A.
now how many times have you heard that this is who I am not who I wanna be, fuck that, that's a sympathy plea, the hood ain't never faded or playeded keepin' the lockdown on the nigga, nigga
I got the .45 and cop killers come out when I pull the trigger prettyboys is just a nuisance put in living color, just like some C O Ps and you see why blacks is like crabs in B U C
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