AlterEgo

Never have you ever seen another way my environment
Society made me tough as rubber, they tryin' me
So lets resolve the situation violently, finally
Some real niggas that move around silently

Honestly, these niggas couldn't see me thru a mag glass
They mad ass, I'll sum 'em up in a paragraph
A firecracker to a shotgun barrel blast
I can't do nothin' but laugh...atcha coward ass
Bring 'em thru, I'll knock 'em down to half
Then one by one, knock off the rest...I got it on Alcatraz
On my off days I'm poppin' tags, cars full of shoppin' bags
Same spendin' habits my papa had
Don't take a nigga if you ain't got similar ways
Have the original rollin' round in his grave
And if he livin' he upset in his cage
In the street it's all work, not one second to play hey
The difference between me and them is, you don't see me in renters
And they still pay rent
I only trust my gut feeling so the steel stay kept
The side stay glocked, the wheel stay bent
I got that real pay scent
I probably be in jail, its up to them
I'm driven morally therefore I feel like fuck a friend
Family ties last longer, stronger
Long as they growin' marijuana I'm straight
Keep me calm thru the hate
My flow get a phenomenal rate
Them jealous niggas can't stomach it, abdominals break
My timing is great, remind you of cake...money in the bank
You can bet on this...I'm what they ain't
Ya favorite rapper's my biggest fan
Puttin' that trash out, and I'ma clean it all up...spik-n-span
You can't go punch for punch, you need a bigger hand
Nigga damn! You jackin' the way a nigga stand!
Kill yourself, pull the trigger BLAM
You ain't the guy, just the middle-man, big dreams, little plan
You don't even rhyme right, and I'ma coach
I'll put hands on you, Bob Knight
You fuckin' roach, I'm talkin' toast, I got my mind right
So don't get close, ya overdose on this hard white
We terminatin' on sight, 560 all white, automatic, 4 pipes
Reefer addict, quarter Q we gon' smoke it all tonight

skunkie

thru a mag glass (magnifyin glass) his delevery on this track is crazy !

Kill yourself, pull the trigger BLAM
You ain't the guy, just the middle-man, big dreams, little plan
You don't even rhyme right, and I'ma coach
I'll put hands on you, Bob Knight
You fuckin' roach, I'm talkin' toast, I got my mind right
So don't get close, ya overdose on this hard white
We terminatin' on sight, 560 all white, automatic, 4 pipes
Reefer addict, quarter Q we gon' smoke it all tonight

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"We aint the ones to flex on
We always got the sket on
Step on, or get 3 to yo head like Stephon"
Lloyd Banks