i Aint got no issues with no one breh, its all love over hurr
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just the usual lames, nigerian, gunshi, intellectual a$$hole, etc. I'll wait it out though.
i Aint got no issues with no one breh, its all love over hurr
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Some nikkas fight for the right price of white wit the guallas
I have you fight for ya life I'm dynamite wit the choppa
Put you "down under" like a koala
If you lookin like it's some type of a problem, won't fight wit Your Honor
fukk beatin a case, I'm tryin to beat a drum in Ghana
Different Strokes for different folks, I need Drummond commas
Summon limas among men to plummet drama
I'm seasoned in beef (seasonin beef) like onion powder
fukk a potato, I get a funnel so my gun spit louder
Hit ya pregnant hun in her tum, ya son flip out her
Sike I like ya bytch I cum wit my dikk, you come wit flowers
I'm gettin my dikk sucked, you pickin the kids up from Gompers
I'm hittin it dog style, you pickin up shyt in a dog pile
You all smiles, thinkin that's really YOUR CHILD (this would be a good place for a sample of Mary J. "She said it's your chiiiild...")
You wanna marry her, nikka why get engaged at all?
She's married to MY dikk and engaged to MY BALLS
It ain't just my fault
It's just that my phrases is bathed in hot sauce, inflame ya blocks ulcers
Only thing you guys offin is my culture
Hip Hop dyin slow, it's not kosher
And nikka you are the prime culprit
Tear ya heart out and palm it, you can still hear it beat, I'll make you rhyme off it!
You ain't a hustler, you a con artist
Ya weight move slower than a Checkers Drive Thru line, you grind garbage!
IronFist speak the language of the esoteric
this asinine skeptics can overstand my ethics like it Ancient Kemet
While nikkas race to finish I race to win it
These days cats engaged in the ways of women, replace ya gimmick
Wait what the fukk going in here
Im IN nikkas!!
Imminent sentences depicting as an Basquiat painting within a instance
I speak for the hustlers, the 1st time offenders, the thugs and the 5 percenters