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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 SongtexteWho'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 I'm the Don Corleone Y'all niggas is phony I put that on my mob and my goddamn homies Recognize niggas who can't be touched If they can't be seen I'm a lost ????? Undestroyable by human plagues You got a strap? I got a strap too! You fuck with me I have to clap you! And now you stearin down the barrel of a gun I told you: Don't fuck with me, nigga, I ain't the one Chorus... Wait - This muthafucka got me bend, I gots to break Before I shoot this muthafucka in his face Cause niggas on the edge don't wanna play right So I'ma lay his ass down in broad daylight Now what's up, bitch, ???? ?????, let me clear this muthafuckin corner Mayhem unlike a nigga ever seen ???? in his face all in once gettin clean I'm dashin in my undercover ??hoo-doo?? (Who you?) You run un on me? I gots to shoot you! And you know me And ain't shit changed but my zip code Your ?????, I'm in a flipmode A tip-top murderer Comin' for you bullshitters Squash you muthafuckin' niggas I ain't the one Chorus... Realest Niggas Down South, muthafuckas Don't get that shit twisted Just them hoes ??? I-ight ????? For all you fake muthafuckas who was talkin' 'bout the first joint Suck a nigga dick Fake-ass ho's Know where started it Know where started it Know where started it Me, ???????????? Lay this muthafuckas down In broad daylight Bitches be squeezin' they pistols They wanna play fight Me? I'm the colder Bold-bold-bolder Bold-bolder Hit em from the shoulder Puncher Dumper dumper You muthafuckas talking shit I drag him on the back of the bumper ?????? Face to M-o-b and Can't a muthafucka see em ??? 2000 The new millenium Aus Songtexte Mania