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[Verse 1: Fukkit & Sabino] Uh, yah, I'm with my dawg like a Doberman, sic 'em Adidas stripe on me, I look too official The fact that we made it here not accidental Askin' me questions, I don't like riddles Thinkin' I'll play while they sing like a fiddle Sleepin' on me? Then you soft as a pillow I don't got time for that bullshit, kiddo What is my niche? Right here, I guess .30 on me, when I shoot, it's a swish in a net And I don't really stop or miss Number one always, that's why they look pissed And the second I dropped then they not for shit 'Cause I got hit after hit on the list Envious of my former accomplishments Pussy ass niggas still soundin' jealous And I got all the time in the world I gain credit for killin' you And the blood that I spill, how's it feel to you? And the damage I do is so real to you And the puddles, I use as a swimming pool Dive in that bitch, take a bath in the minerals Ask the questions I know that will riddle you Throw my boy in the middle to pick on you And your girl got a problem, my pickle Watch gold but the hands in it nickle Rushin' harder than hammer and sickle While I draw out the line like a stencil And my bars just hit like missiles Pick a coffin, make sure that it fits you Ain't no stoppin' the rap game skitzo And the .38 special, don't tickle, bitch (Uh, yeah) [Verse 2: Sabino] Special like specialist, come with the sedatives Illusion so grand, past embarrassment [?] 'cause these fuckas not blowin' up I roll with the punches, don't ask how I'm holdin' up Better yet, [?] who I am, showin' up Bitch, you get uppercut, yeah, huh Cut 'em off, buggin' I'll show yo' ass somethin' I see what y'all honied and dip like a nugget, uh Quit acting so rugged, I turn ya to [?] Recallin' yo sweet threats, y'all just some defects, uh That chain made of weak links Blockin' yo' weak links Droppin' some roses to show how yo' shit stink I cannot duel 'less my pockets what weight gain I will not settle for life in a cube or a cubicle That life that you livin', to me, is not suitable Peeled back my nails when I crawled out my hole I'll settle when this shit start feelin' like home Run from my shadow, won't let that shit hold I'm runnin' my show and I'm fuckin' off all you lil' faggots That's cut from a mold, I could superimpose it Get kicked from that dick that they riding But hittin' they stomach to stop all that shit Damn, my breath Hit yo' peep but you quick, outta time It's easy to see how we sellin' these rhymes like dime Keep 'em locked in a box like mimes Every step that I take is a mountain they climb Hope you sick of my shit Slap 'em up, just the way the beat hit [?] with some spit She goes harder than you may it admit But you must like a sweaty armpit [Outro: Sabino] Uh, uh, uh (Uh) Uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh-uh) Uh, uh (Uh) Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Dummy
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