{Talking} I'm sick of it Me to Stop playin' This here is for the Tan shade man with the braid's Stop playin' with me I'm sick of it Fake punk wanna be Flip on this nine millmeter clip {Verse One: {Yella Boy} Now you know this not some sunburst drink's I'm so deaf then the Def. Comedy Jam Open that clip, now clip up like I'm firm I'm a super duper rap rapper Steady makin' snappers Hand's clapper, nigga my chopper got'cha I'm on the first floor emergency Bury me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b Ya see, I'm back on track, can ya get with that? No, you's a hoe, you's a hoe Mystikal! I pack ya up like there's nothin' to be Down like a street, steady re-loadin' my weapon Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes I mentally Retaliate, ya think ya slick You not gonna bounce, you not gonna bow Hoe you on my dick, but umm I like the way you scream Yelllla! Cuz, you be sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels I tried to shoot you in yo head, I wanted to see some Bloody bread, somebody in the crowd said Girl, that boy dead Fuck Him! He was a cheerleader anyway You could never play it off hoe, you was really gay Cuz you could break yo self but you can't break me Cuz I'm a real fuckin' lyricst with U.N.L.V. With the flow umm, Flower, you know what
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