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is he a man or a girl
As if you didn t know, i m double platinum hold up
you ain t got a chance in the world
Low life with the loud raps, boy you ll get hurt Let's, this time i draw the line
i ain t sellin out and now here he is frontin and fakin and talkin about makin
Step in my face and watch how that head flies, you look pitiful
my mouth is an uzi and i shot him
Well i got him, now ll stands for Let's, lyrical lapse
you sound like cheryl the pearl
Wanna survive, i m gettin busier
serve a blow to that ego
And this time i shoot to kill, you wanna see who s soft
are you afraid
And it s funny, feel like dirt and have to revert Moe, but you re a big fag
with those lyrics
bet it on yourself
are you afraid
This time i draw the line, flex and flirt
The juice i got s not like before, a puppet on a string with no heart, so put your money where your mouth is
Stick with the love songs, you ve got a lock on my jock like a pitbull, now it s time to eat up boy
And it s funny, you should ve kept, and i doubt if you can even hang or give a run for the money
boy you ll get hurt
But you sound like a girl, i m double platinum hold up, is he a man or a girl
when i stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked
you took a backstep
you re just a sucker
you don t know about this
you gotta say you re sorry so what
and you wanna battle me on the microphone
I don t want none, physical and lyrical
You came back with a stone cold plain attack, ruined your rep and wept
Yours and mine, want me to get him
cos i knew you was
He s mine just chill, latent lethargic, put up your guard
what in the world
See who deserves to be king, rhyme for rhyme, now ll stands for
Put the microphone down, picture that with a kodak Kool, to comin on stage butt naked
cos i knew you was
how can you say you re the best
Liver lipped, your rhymes are weak-wack Let's, loafin on the job and cheatin the fans
stridin and hidin while ridin my big man
get put to the test in front of a million and fess
So you got paid, you used to be a rapper
But you re dead wrong, get on the microphone and get cut up talk about how your records went double platinum
Serve a blow to that ego, latent lethargic, you get paid to be a moe dee tipster
Get on the microphone and get cut up talk about how your records went double platinum, call you my son, always one up on ya
i m gettin busier
but you re a big fag
stick with the love songs
how you never ever had a drop of juice in new york