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Your worst nightmare be this verse right here But good, that's what you niggas get for sleeping on me I put your favorite rapper in that hearse right there And I bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call them peoples on me Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony I'm a keep it Sosa while these niggas keep it Tony You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses We go in niggas' mouths, I don't know bout bitches' purses And what's up with this, "I'm just sayin'" shit? Fuck asked you? You shouldn't be saying shit Problem is, assholes always saying shit But money talks - you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit Like Plaxi-ho, oops, I mean Plaxico Talking bout we get 'em robbed - shut the fuck up, Cheddar Bob You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob Gonna be a hater cause he can't find a better job Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city That just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh? Why give a fuck it makes no sense to give That Ray J shit got me so sensitive Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise Bitch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high You can't touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry SongtexteAnd you don't want them niggas in your house though Trying to see if you got indo'/outdo' I ain't one to put no info out, no You start shit, I end shit - intro/outro You under the influence, I'm over the bullshit You on a empty tank, I got a full clip You got the drool dripping from the wolves' lips Don't have that man talking bout you from the pulpit Blahsay blah, blahsay blah Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois Mase-Qua, that's the four-door 'rati My Aston Martin, made that a four-door body Double pipes, that's my four-door shotty Sitting but I'm shitting, that's my four-door potty Ain't too many ride like me, literally This what separates the majors from the little league Little me, just trying to be the bigger person Dr. Bruce Banner, but the nigga version And you don't want to see me angry You won't like it when I'm angry My condolences from the boss All I could say, sorry for your loss Aus Songtexte Mania