I'm here
2 provide
The next sequence
4 those who
Lack
The fact
Of Black
No Bull S--T
No pretense
If you take
Offense
I block with defense
My words are like
Listerine
Nah mean
An anti-sceptic
Mouth rinse
This is 4 the brothers
Who forgot the others
And thought they
Made it in the shade
Chillin with a fifty
LCD
And a Mercedes Benz
Windshield wiper blade
Makin like 800 dimes
A week
Need I remind
It take 600 2 keep that car sleek
And then you creep
On a woman that's dedicated
She find another lover
You act so full of S--T
You constipated
Talkin that mess
She let me down
But a woman will drive a Caddy
If Daddy
Benz don't take her on the town
Ignoring your seed
Rather play PS three
Then U wonder why he
Graduate
Oh Lawdy from NIG--A university
U ain't a role model
Here P--S--Y
Hold this Nitro bottle
Stand in the middle of the street
While I give my ride full throttle
Believin in your own hype
Braggin about the penitentiary
But your lady told me
You can only get off
Doin it anally
I wonder why
'Cuz P--S-Y
You a lie
When it comes 2 bein
Black
You slack
gonna snatch the B
'Cuz Maa Fu--Ka you
LACK
Tryin 2 kick
That King Kong Bull S--T
But Cease threatened
2 flip your lid
And you back up real quick
Now I was chillin
Willin
2 teach
But you said all I do
Is preach
Now you outta my reach
Told me with a smile
My daughter was growin real nice
So I pulled out my Sig Sauer
And kissed it twice
One shot 4 yo mouth rot
Another 4 yo D--CK
Gotta go
Gotta go
Yeah, get the hell out real quick
And if I see you
After a while
Imma strike like a Mamba
Teach you what I do
2 pedophiles
Talkin that S--T you a Muslim
But I know you a pork eater
Walkin down the block
Wearin flip flops
And a wife beater
Makin me laugh
Flexin them jail house muscles
Fool
I'll make ya repose
In a Yoga pose
Like Kamora did 2 Russell
This ain't about
The hustle
U can't even scamp right
2 N--G-AS stole 3/5 ths
Of your stash
While U was admiring they headlights
Ridin dirty
Doin 95 at Philly International
With all that airport security
How the hell is that rational
Yeah, I usta call U nephew
But F--CK you
And your gene pool
Don't try 2 F--K wit me son
I'll forget I have
A 401
And take your A--S 2 night school
Runnin from the Black
Punk
You deserve a back hand slap
Matter of fact
Lemme snatch
That Maa F--CK-N B
Cuz you
LACK
Yeah, the Lion unleashed
Feel the Beast
Somebody lied 2 ya Lil Bra
I'm only sweet 2 ladies
And babies
Fade this SH--T!
I'm out

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