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Niggas ain’t ready to ride no more They used to try to keep it real Now they don’t even try no more They don’t represent the star no more Ever since Big died nobody ready to die no more They don’t get murdered when they testify no more They just tell the whole truth, they don’t lie no more They don’t sell real lye no more When you smoke the same weed it don’t even get you high no more They ain’t loyal to they connect, not no more They just cop one time and they don’t buy no more Can’t listen to music when you drive no more ‘Cause they don’t make thinking music for the mind no more 50 Cent ain’t got beef with JA no more Jay Z ain’t got beef with Nas no more Too friendly, ain’t no competitive side no more Rap game boring, it ain’t even live no more Here it is, step into my bizz With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation Got no time for wangsters Here it is, step into my bizz With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation Got no time for wangsters I said I’m better than Jigga ‘cause I’m better than Jigga I ain’t no rookie to this shit, I’m a veteran spitter I grew up with jugs men, good fellas and killers My homies catch a case, man, I sent letter to niggas I ain’t hating but I ain’t getting bread with them niggas I feel like it should’ve been me instead of them niggas I wish the doctors and the paramedics was quicker ‘Cause I’m sick with this shit, I need my medicine, nigga Niggas talking indirect, I step to them niggas I wouldn’t give a motherfucker if it was ten of them niggas Head crack, six niggas, I’m on a six men spree Your girl think you a gangsta, I think that bitch can’t see Niggas say they gonna hit me, your whole clique fear me I get your head man hit up, they call me Head Man P You the best in the city, I’m screaming this can’t be You ain’t no fucking gorilla, you just a chimpanzee Here it is, step into my bizz With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation Got no time for wangsters Here it is, step into my bizz With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation Got no time for wangsters I’m a philosopher, popular for just popping and pasta’s up Rising like the mercury inside a thermometer You say you off the meter, they lied to you I’m a thousand more times off the meter like a fucking kilometer I’m not a big enough star, what are you? Astronomers? Swallow a hollow ‘cause you ain’t promised tomorrow Bloggers and botherers, Twitter follow and followers I’m cocking a chopper to pop shots like photographers My third eye focused and like I watch with binoculars Drug money in my sneakers, foam posit depositor The coppers be watching but I ain’t stopping, I’m tired of you Middle finger to camera while they watching the monitors Smoke Ganja from Florida When I roll a blunt I hold the blunt to my mouth like the player hold a harmonica Can’t stop the drama, it ain’t no hot, bro I’m Barack Obama, Osama Bin Laden, yo Here it is, step into my bizz With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation Got no time for wangsters Here it is, step into my bizz With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation Got no time for wangsters
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