One by Scarface
I finally figured it out that haters' mouths is used for suckin'
suckin'
You niggas paper weights
y'all don't wanna fuck with the great
fakin' moves like you wantin somethin - get it straight
cause one mistake'll get this muthafucka aired out
you niggas better recognize this is brad's house
i put the mic down to give you other rappers a chance
but all you niggas wanna write about is dance
i tell another nigga 'bout your mama
so i'll be forced to bring you back the raw shit
the hardships of growin' up
stuck in the hood
broke as fuck, out to hustle
facin life struggle
and havin' nightmares about gettin' big scrilla
and that's the type of shit that turn these mama boys to killers
on the realer, it's a nigga comin' back for the streets
cause this bullshit i been hearin in the rap game is weak
you got these killas on your payroll
i'm doin it out of love
but if you cross me i'm fuckin' you up
i keep a?
i'm a nigga in destroyer mode
i squeeze it once you blow you out of your soul
who's the? boss? in this rap shit?
i let my opposition judge me
but if push came to shove they couldn't budge me
cause i'm ugly with styles identical to none
i'm tellin' you: don't fuck with me, nigga, i ain't the one
I ain't the one
these niggas better recognize the realest
keep a loaded .45 inside for protection...
I'm a .45 packer, niggahoe subtractor
blacka blacka blacka
nigga, back up!
i'm a bad actor
with no respect for the nigga haters
i kill a muthafucka stiff cause he's a traitor
i ain't a player
i got my stripes from these streets
i'm a killa
that's probably why at night i can't sleep
i strike a match and watch a muthafucka burn
that's just treatment? you fuckin' worm
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