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[J Formz:] Yo D, I herd mother fucka's is tryin' to come at us, you scared son? [FD:] Scared? What's the fuckin' point of bein' scared? [J Formz:] Son that's fuckin' rugged [J Formz:] Runnin' your mouth? I'm bound to come in your house Get it quickly done, in and out, with the gun in your mouth Weather he real or fake When I pistol whip the mutha fucka in his face, guaranteed it breaks Squeeze off 10 through the back of his throat Put the gun to his chest and let bullets come out the back of his coat Shit is for real, I bet kids'll squeal That's why I'm bound to unload if I pull out the steel I aint tryin' to get sent to jail I aint big like that yet, I aint got no money for bail If I'm in a war, you either dyin' or Lookin' up at me yellin' "What you cryin' for?" We don't play, we just smoke blunts all day Actin' tough, but when I step up you got nuthin' to say Stickin' shit up, till I'm livin' it up And I dont need to give 100 percent Just know I'm givin' enough to be rippin' it up when I'm spittin' some stuff I'm doin' my thing, kids is soft, stop rappin' and sing Point out your leader and watch what I do to your king Aint no fuckin' around, I'm duckin you down I'm buckin' the pound, I'm buckin' a clown SongtexteI just got 1 question, "Who you fuckin' with now?" Stuck in shit now? Well that sucks, doesn't it now? I got dozens of pounds, each holdin' dozens of rounds And every time I confronted your clique You talked shit, but it wasn't as thick, and you wasn't around What's all the fussin' about? Got a gun stuck in your mouth for fuckin' around With these brothers, you clowns What you gonna do now since I confronted you now? You fucks don't impress me, and you sure don't scare me And we could shoot the 1 on if you wanna fight fairly I'm in the streets, aint no gettin' me out And if I get locked up they aint lettin' me out Cause they know once I'm out, I'll kill again Cause even if I killed you, there's still your men I don't mind beef with you, you're sloppy and careless I'll win cause I care less, kill you cause I couldn't care less Fearless, you could feel this real shit Deal with the fact that I'm real kid I'm real sick, spit that real shit The kind I'm workin' on masterin' to get a deal with [J Formz:] Yeah, so what's really good? All you mother fucka's talkin' 'bout "Yeah, he can't rap, he can't do this..." Yo, who's seein' me son? I'll freestyle battle anyone son, nobody's fuckin' with me right now son. Ghostown for the long run mother fucka's, we takin' over every other fuckin' month And that's what's really good Aus Songtexte Mania