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Don't came at me wit no bullshyt, use caution
Cause when I wet shyt, I dead shyt, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got nikkaz fearin, fukk whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest nikkaz flip, when I start a bunch of shyt
I like pussssy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, nikkaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shyt buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nikka that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
Cause when I wet shyt, I dead shyt, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got nikkaz fearin, fukk whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest nikkaz flip, when I start a bunch of shyt
I like pussssy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, nikkaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shyt buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nikka that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
