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The weak or the strong
Who got it going on
You're dead wrong
Relax and take notes
While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke gun smoke gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor
The rap slayer the hooker layer
Motherf**ker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace smack the b**ch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the north face off her back
Jab her if she act funny with the money
Oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya I just want the paper
The Visa kapeesha I'm out like the vapors
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho
The head honcho swift fist like Camacho
I got so much style I should be down with the stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia beat you to a seizure
Then f**k your moms hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember sh*t just the two hits
Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit
Sucking on the tits had the hooker beggin' for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love my dick got rocked quick
I guess I was a combination
Of house of pain and bobby brown
I was humpin' around and jumpin' around
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man
She said b i g then I bust in her e y e
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When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over lucifer I'm more ruthless huh
Leave you toothless you'll kibbitz I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me I hit 'em with the TEC
G's disrespect me my potency is deadly
I'm shootin' babies no ifs and or maybes
Hit mommy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis after she sucked the dick
I stabbed her brother with a ice pick
Because he wanted me to f**k him from the back
But smalls don't get down like that
Got your father hidin' in a room f**ked him with a broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealin' with
Anybody step into my path is f**kin' feelin' it
Hardcore I got it sucked like a p**sy
Stab you 'til you're gushy so please don't push me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon got the little hookers screamin'
Because you know I love it young fresh and green
With no hair in between know what I mean
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There's several different levels to devil worshippin'
Horse's heads human sacrifices
Cannibalism candles and exorcism
Animals havin' sex with them
Camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that I kicked the habit
I just beat you to death
With weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the f**kin' meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket
I'm lyin' I got a 9 in my pocket
And baby I'm just dyin' to cock him
He's ready for war I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords
For any faggot that said he was raw
My Uzi's heavy as yours yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door
I'll lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread red on the wall
Red on the ceiling red on the floor
Get a new whore met on the second wed on the third
Then she's dead on the fourth I'm dead wrong
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