You did it baby! Congratulations homie! You made history. 1.1 million in a short week. [laughs] Screw a press conference, press this on your conscience.
We gon' handle this like grown men, you won't win You ain't even comfortable in your own skin I rap my ass off, fighting the champ with a glass jaw In the Garden or Nassau See me, couple hood niggas behind stars I hear you put a couple good niggas behind bars (Preme!) I might never sell that much But you can bet your last two quarters I'll never tell that much Picture 'Kiss not come out swingin' That's like seeing 50 at a show and he don't come out singin' Yeah you got a felony but you ain't a predicate Never the King of New York, you live in Conneticuit You don't be in the hoods, you be in the woods Fuckin' with me its where you really gonna be for good I hold a four-five myself Hop out the Range on one-four-five myself This is a true fact Since when has become cool to get shot and not shoot back Trackmasters shelved you, Bravehearts helped you Then everybody felt, now I gotta melt you And don't try to pull rank on 'Kiss Cause the niggas I'mma send to do it ain't gon' miss Be laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff I did real songs with Big, no made up shits And I don't have a problem with clout You aint get shot again yet, so whats your second album about? (Nothing) Your raps are preschool You made a lot money, now be cool Before I swell up your lips like seafood Can I get a mic check? You don't stand a chance at the dance with me dogs You steps ain't right yet The Block is just fine, home the D's straight Most likely your new CD is a weed plate A bunch of love songs One hundred precent pure garbage Just something to break up buds on You should just sell clothes and sneakers Cause out of your whole camp, your flows the weakest I'm in the town where the young boys is clappin' You running around town with the Lieutenant and Captain It'd take a life time to see 'Kiss You had to get shot nine times to be rich
Rat ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal Pig ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal Snake ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal Matter fact, you ain't no animal I'mma show these motherfuckers how to handle you
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We gon' handle this like grown men, you won't win You ain't even comfortable in your own skin I rap my ass off, fighting the champ with a glass jaw In the Garden or Nassau See me, couple hood niggas behind stars I hear you put a couple good niggas behind bars (Preme!) I might never sell that much But you can bet your last two quarters I'll never tell that much Picture 'Kiss not come out swingin' That's like seeing 50 at a show and he don't come out singin' Yeah you got a felony but you ain't a predicate Never the King of New York, you live in Conneticuit You don't be in the hoods, you be in the woods Fuckin' with me its where you really gonna be for good I hold a four-five myself Hop out the Range on one-four-five myself This is a true fact Since when has become cool to get shot and not shoot back Trackmasters shelved you, Bravehearts helped you Then everybody felt, now I gotta melt you And don't try to pull rank on 'Kiss Cause the niggas I'mma send to do it ain't gon' miss Be laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff I did real songs with Big, no made up shits And I don't have a problem with clout You aint get shot again yet, so whats your second album about? (Nothing) Your raps are preschool You made a lot money, now be cool Before I swell up your lips like seafood Can I get a mic check? You don't stand a chance at the dance with me dogs You steps ain't right yet The Block is just fine, home the D's straight Most likely your new CD is a weed plate A bunch of love songs One hundred precent pure garbage Just something to break up buds on You should just sell clothes and sneakers Cause out of your whole camp, your flows the weakest I'm in the town where the young boys is clappin' You running around town with the Lieutenant and Captain It'd take a life time to see 'Kiss You had to get shot nine times to be rich
Rat ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal Pig ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal Snake ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal Matter fact, you ain't no animal I'mma show these motherfuckers how to handle you
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