This ain't Kiss talkin' neither, I'm speakin' for Jason I love y'all tho, my niggaz for even relatin' It's ironic, but the God was beefin' with Satan To all my real niggaz, sorry for keepin' you waitin' I don't spit bars, I distribute the crack fluidĪll I'm really waitin' is for niggaz to act stupid I send my young niggaz to do it, in the black Buick

Walkin' 'round town, frontin' like they got millzīut my strength in the hood outruns my wealthīut you still might catch Kiss in some hot wheels So you should just imagine how the Ak feel So I can just imagine how ya pop's feel, damn Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left Hustle hard till none of them bricks left Hole in the head, slashed or the split chest One hand wash the other, both wash the faceĪnd I had crack so much, it's hard to aceģ8 revolver flow, it's hard to trace, whatįuck that, pop off till nothin' in the clip left I'm a man first, tired of punchin' niggaz Now I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya So when it's over, nigga, are you a thug or a dummy? They act like it's all love, only love is your money These fake rappers gettin' by with these hell of a gimmicks You look a nigga in the eye, you could tell if he tinted My time is now and it's gonna be up in a minute Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it

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