Straight Like That

Why'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop

I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops

Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop

To hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint

A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it

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Aiyyo, aiyyo

I peeped your true colors while why'all niggaz was blinded

I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'

You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing

My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds

Make ya niggaz start to worry 'cause my hood is dark and blurry

When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury

Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting

Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining

I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall

I've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb

Clowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long

So I'ma let why'all pass on, 'cause you ass like a thong

My click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?

'Til I perish I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on

Final Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born

Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord

Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these niggaz love me

I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby

I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens

That's why 'til this day they don't let me in

I be in New York smokin' LA weed

I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed

I dead niggaz like Pac and Big, blocks to live

These niggaz can't eat like hostages

Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords

I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards

And everything that went down was cool with me

As long as I came back with my jewelry

We had machine guns, I think we had two or three

And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo

For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window

You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3

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