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Nigga this shit been hard Body ya whole family Like Chris Benoit Leave ya pen scarred Spit rim bars ghetto memoirs Bag ya bitch right in front of you Revoke ya pimp card You with the centaurs Send her with her ribs gone And a Fuck Ya Lyfe Tee That’s the shit we been on Nigga my gun been drawn And these cowards can’t fuck with me NEMSTAR with the GEMZSTAR buck fifty Fuck a stylist You keep on icing I’ll slice ya eyelids Ice picks in ya iris It’s Coney Island We up in Cypress On the roof laying like snipers Professional shit night vision goggles with wipers One shot outta the barrel fuck up your cipher Shoutout to the Lyfers Scumbags and knifers Live from Rikers SongtexteMother fucker get cut quickly NEMSTAR with the GEMZSTAR buck sixty Armed heavily Guardians guardin’ the gods legacy My squad stomp you out with more legs than a centipede Desert Eag bombed at the bar off of kerosene Kill yaself you in the closet like David Carradine Beretta scream Couldn’t step to me with the Devil’s team Energy like its ten of me Crash ya embassy Kick ya front door wide open Like yo remember me? GEMZSTAR with the NEMSTAR buck seventy I’m a hundred percent gudda A hundred percent tougher And any one these suckas I tell em go fuck ya mother I fell in love with the hustle You fell in love with a gunther Now I got that broad feeding me grapes That bitch a butler She got you eating out of her ass Cause you a buster She showed me where you keep ya stash You shouldn't trust her She thought I loved her But I dubbed her Now she hate me NEMSTAR with the GEMZSTAR buck eighty Man i put that bitch head in a box like Kevin Spacey I knock you out in front of the cops And tell em chase me Ya mom’s is a big bull dyke They call her Tasty She used to boost Lo gear for me from outta Macy’s That’s my crimey The warrant squad couldn’t find me They mased the whole team on the block They coulda blind me Grimy Wake you out ya sleep with one ninety GEMZSTAR with the NEMSTAR buck ninety Come try me Punk the pump right by me You Pump fakin and fist pumpin’ Ya suit’s shiny I’m too slimy Slide the tentacle in ya wifey Might be the nicest ever without a pardon You a target I’m sergeant slaughter to you Ya little twat I got callouses harder than you I’m a storm shadow You a born rat who needs his jaw shattered I abhor rappers I'm the law, lord, and master I’m in the F-150 Raptor All i do is grind and ride Merch game homicide Shittin on your nine to five Ask me how I’m doin’ I say I’m alive But I still keep the grip by my side Just in case the drama rise Take the stand ima lie Lookin’ in your honors eyes Jab leave you stunned Right hook’ll leave you traumatized Me and Gemz kill niggas line for line With a scholars mind Flow hotter than the sun shine in Ghana skies Dollar signs Lotta crime Posted by the mama’s fried Shotties slide out the trench coat Like its Colombine Gotta grind When the feds givin’ out that Gotti time Probably Find Bodies lined up in ya lobby slime Dust booze Mushrooms Smack ya out ya molly mind Police comin’ around like Whodunnit Back to back Gat to gat Who want it? NEMSTAR with the GEMZSTAR Two hunnit Aus Songtexte Mania