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I couldn't wait to get atcha It's been a while since you had a real nigga and a rapper With some game to spit atcha Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new chapter Ride because we has ta, death before we captured Caught your ass up like the rapture Did I get em? I split em Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system If you were them, you'd best prepare for combat Gon' be a long one, best to bring the bomb sack These so-called players ain't real no mo' Snitch-hatin hustle and still we kill for dough Real for sho', I'm knowin that they phoney and faulty Just lice on my balls, I cut em up off me Now these jealous muthafuckas want me, ain't that a bitch Like I'm a punk and you could play me out, you fuckin trick Must be suckin on a glass dick I'm smokin weed, drinkin O.E. like '86, raise the dick Can you see me bout some major shit or is you minus? Small timers with a bitch-made click of co-signers Not a rider withcha, think you're safe, but I can getcha And do things to ya Lynch Hung can't even picture You'se a bitch nigga, and I be livin in new knowledge Cross me up again, I take your baby girl for hostage I couldn't wait to get atcha It's been a while since you had a real nigga and a rapper With some game to spit atcha Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new chapter Ridme because we has ta, death before we captured Caught your ass up like the rapture Did I get em? I split em Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system And I be down for mine, wrote out my gameplan line for line On how to get the money, same time blow your mind Incorporated real soldiers from the O this time Sellin all q.p.'s, whole o's and dimes CDs, LPs, now it's g's for us Flip the table, bubble up, cash and weed to puff Bet I couldn't serve ya, so I laughed, called your bluff Give me 12 months, bet you can't ball with us Ghettonomics is a major plus, enforced with muscle Mind on the mega-money, heart on the hustle Dirty women mixed with jealous friends, nothin but trouble Got focus, keep your self-respect, and know who love you You don't have to be a star, baby, no need to front Just gotta know where you're tryina go, and what you want We dissect and reconstruct the package like a surgeon Bouncin twice, raise the price, ready to serve ya I couldn't wait to get atcha It's been a while since you had a real nigga and a rapper With some game to spit atcha Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new chapter Ride because we has ta, death before we captured Caught your ass up like the rapture Did I get em? I split em Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system For certain, I knew when I made it that it'd be curtains For muthafuckas fakin the loyalty and desertin Put it down, flashin on foes, when I'm pervin Not silent, I'm hard to swallow like lead and Bourbon Nigga feel me like a crack serum, no pretendin Link soldiers, uncompromisin, unbendin Do or die till the very endin Why do they fake it Claim to be any muthafucka just to make it It's my dream, I'ma take it, seize it, no hesitation No reservation, finally ready to face the nation Attackin like a pit was raised, now can you fade me? Writin bomb-ass shit off of hash the sight gave me Is it greed got me chasin g's or just in me? To feed me and my only seed, so we proceed All my enemies bleed as I puff up the weed Forever hustle till we all succeed I couldn't wait to get atcha It's been a while since you had a real nigga and a rapper With some game to spit atcha Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new chapter Ride because we has ta, death before we captured Caught your ass up like the rapture Did I get em? I split em Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system
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