Ayo, U Think U Hot Betta Chill Souljah/
Nigga I Keep Chrome Eager To Bust Heat @ Chill Souljah//
Watch His Body Rock/But He Aint Dancin'-He Aint Romancin'/Jus A Dead Man Bleedin n Walkin B4 His Body Drop//
Then I Watch His Body Rot/Slow-ly//Ho-ly Mo-ly Oh He...Did He//
Yea, Cuz Im A True G/But Im So 4 Corner Hustler, Ill Kill T-Shirts Dats Cool G's (Coogi)//
Have Ya Man's Pic On My Tee/Not From Early Times, A Recent Shot, Where He Tryna Breathe//
But I Aint Bout Go There/Ima Leave Dat There/
As Far As Da Rap Game, Dont Pick Up A Controller Jus Leave Dat There//
Im Comin At Head So Hard I Shuld Be Braids In Ya Hair/
Nigga Gon Get Ya Dome Twisit'd, Aint Talk'n Braids In Ya Hair//
Matter Of Fact, No Talk'n, Jus Bullets In Ya Hair/
Blood Play Shampoo And Conditioner, Da Gun Will Wash Will Ya Hair//
Dats Get Ya Dome Soak'd Like A Blow Pop/Dont Even Bring Up Family, Ill Blow Pops//
Ill Pop Pops, Pop'n Him Wit Big Pops/Not Ya Grandpops But They Be Grand Pops//
Dis Aint A Show, No Play'n But Give Me Props/
Wen Ya Turn Ta Rap, Ill Give Ya Props//
Cuz U A Pretender Pretendin To Pretend U Aint A Pretender//
In Da Ring Wit A Champ, But U's No Contender/
And Since My Gorilla Niggas Still Hungry, U Invited To Dinner As Dinner//
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