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[Verse 1:] I punch niggas in the face merely for kicks I got game plus a team, a couple cheerleader chicks I enter the center severely equipped And knock that beer in your lip back to the rear of your whip You're too scary to flip so compared to a chick There's a thin line so I think you're really a bitch You talk tough but you ain't tough, softer than a paintbrush I got a hammer that you motherfuckers can't touch I came from? of pops, stayed till the sun up Made me a son of a gunner with no rubber That's right, we take shots like them paparazzi Soldier to the end like I'm Luca Brasi I'm out for blood best bet recruit your posse Same cat you run with may shoot you poppy It's cool to watch me but watch me closely Done travelled that was over then I'm home and? [Chorus:] Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all Fucking with me just ain't the answer I know those tricks Listen to this Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all Fucking with me just ain't the answer SongtexteListen to this [Verse 2:] Fight beefs legally in courtrooms win over easily Got money but fuck the next man coming up meagerly I got talent and drive but these labels keep teasing me Like but we don't know how to sell it to the people See the Devil want a piece of me, offered me just recently Instead I sell my records out my trunk to keep my decency You watering it down, slaughtering the sound Magazine covers, awards, and imaginary crowns I ain't a hater, go ahead and make the change Rather pay your veteran than get spot then cop a Range I'm as simple as it get but the flow's a bit complex Shit bangs from basement parties to discotheques Give you one thing I tell you watch for snakes Posted up on the corner then you watch for jakes It's a big-time game with some high-ass stakes Wrong moves and mistakes, contracts with handshakes [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm on the grind again, as long as cheques come in I keep signing them It's like 9 AM, Germany, hash, and Heinekens I'm high again rhyming into Pro Tools Kreators make our own rules, life and death we go through And I don't know about you but I'm still trying to eat Locked down in the studio released to the streets We got a killer team, cut your head with the guillotine As much as I hate rap I come back cause I'm still a fiend You're real tough when it's time to drink and puff I step up, you get crushed and take that bitch you got handcuffed Don't get caught without it, you might get shot without it Outside backstage with yourself surrounded And me and X is like DeNiro and Pesci Stab your neck with the pen and make the contract messy On the job 24/7, Boston, Bronx, non-stop Link up with you bitches, slapping haters, keep watching [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania