If I made a title that offend the whole industry
Would ya'll all say my title in your interviews?
If I came out dissin everyone of ya'll
Would I sell as much records as these other dudes?
If I said I was retiring but never left
Woulda ya'll all show me love when I come back?
If I ran the streets for the past two years
Would you respect me or would you say fuck pap?
Yo where my thugs at?
Cock ya guns back
My headphones ain't loud, yo turn up the track
Ok bump that
Homie I run rap
I add on to the game, you niggas subtract
Yo where my bloods at?
Throw it up, blat
Yo where my cause' at?
He cut you, cut em back
They said they tough cats
But they some rugrats
I drop em off on the block, and make them pump packs
Owe me a couple stacks
He tried to duck pap
I sent a shot at his ass
And told him duck that
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Ayo bump that
Bump this
Stay hot
What's this
He broke
He rich
Homie we run this
It's a new era
Your heart pumpin in fear
2007 the god number is here
The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken
So when I'm at full power your gonna be a weaklin
If my heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin
My brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin
Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin
I'm a rap rebel
Clap with' black metal
Look into my eyes, realize what pap symbol
Lies but wise got pride is that visual
Nah I don't slap high five with you
Hot side guys
It's not my vibe
You just not my size
I cock my 9
Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times
I cock pistols back and clap missles
Black it's that simple
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Bump that
Bump this
Stay hot
What's this
He broke
He rich
Homie we run this
This a new era
Your heart bumpin in fear
2007 the god number is here
Hate when the cops keep printin me each of them bums
Bendin up my index finger and squeezin my thumb
I'm lookin at him hoping he get it done
Them new fingerprinting machines in the precent is dumb
Through the speakers I come