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[Verse: Monster]
...failure, pop made me rebellious
The n***a blew weed in my face, i wasn't intelligent
Poured liquor in my bottle, said I'd grow to be a model
But I grew to be hollow, learned to never follow
Seen cowards die a cowardly death, seen the good die young
And seen the old die stressed. Man, I'm probably next
Therefore, I wrote my will out, and realized I ain't got shit
Look, I'm bankrupt without a drink in my cup
Got baby mama drama, and my dog is a mutt (Grrr)
You can laugh, but n***a, ain't shit comical
Especially when ya money is funny, it ain't Comic View
We specialists who specializе on dead'ing guys
The TEC will spit, we wrеcking shit, so recognize
N***as petrified, I suggest they died
Bitches mesmerized, dead presidential vibe
Legitimate, nah n***a, I was running wild
Mama's only son, doing coke by 100 Mile
An hour, no flour, this shit was powder
Sell x and pump raw, like porno stars
I'm the hardest n***a alive, no dead man walking
2 pussies with beef, equals a whole lot of talking
2 cannons with beef, equals a whole lot of sparking
No rules of engagement, put his brains on the pavement
Previously, I had close encounters
When the counters get too close, my close encountered hollows
N***as swallow their pride, wanna reason it out
Hit his stomach, make him bleed out his mouth
Get the weed out the couch, roll a baseball bat
I'm Travolta with the holster, where the face-off at?
Keep a toaster, more bread than your neighborhood grocer
I ain't a pretty n***a, you don't want my face on a poster
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N***as is bogus, I listen to old heads
Take advice from the wise, they told me bout fighting and slicing the pies
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Damn, youngin' you got an M16 and you 16, just bought mom the big screen
Brand new blue Buick LaSable, even bought your man a TEC-22 with the label
Tazers, razors, more materials, two jews, to kill a boss and general
Loose screws, the sawed-offs the minimal, scrap metal, scrap metal