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I've got a bullet in the clip so what ya want?

I've got a lyric I can spit so what ya want?

I'm giving bitches good dick so what ya want?

Hey, hey, so what'cha want?



My Ghetto Pop Life hotter than a hot slice

I'm an urban entertainer of the hot nights

I don't wanna see no end because it's not right



[Jemini]

I'm just a brother who never

Compromised his integrity

My legacy is heavenly

Bury me in the hood

Never think I'm not cautious, hey

I recognise what a wrong look'll cost us

So inside I'm always nervous

But I never look worried

Come for me

Gun shot flurries in a hurry

Come get me

And be where I perform, stay warm

I'm prepared for the storm

And I brought the heat with me

Lord, please talk to these boys

'Fore I leave they evening spoilt

Put 'em six feet up under the soil

Looking at the roots of trees

Better yet leave they bodies all out in the open so the flies can feed

And when the 'hood get dry I supply the need

Y'all faggot niggaz keep it moving honey riding with me

So what ya want?



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[Jemini]

And I never politic when I be on some cool out shit

Don't even run up on me talking 'bout some artist that you signed

'Cos I don't really give a fuck and I ain't really got the time

I'm trying to put some money in my clothes

Sean clothes, Jah clothes

First, did you come with six zeros?

Fuck y'all then, I'm trying to put some dubs on the road

Then just slide up in the club and try to bubble some hoes

Player, the harder we grind, the further we go

I'm at the point I'm ready to commit a murder to blow

Whatever it takes, I see the nigga holding the case

Look dead in his face, hit the nigga holding the weight

Make his man take me to the crib and go in the safe

Jah done made the reservation so we ready to peel

For real, without no hesitation Nitty bustin' the steel

So what ya what?



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[Jemini]

I'm a O.G in the flesh (true to life)

Giving birth to these young seeds (new to life)

East New York Bed-Stuy nigga (do or die)

I was aiming for his head (it went through his eye)

Pimp nigga, Goldie, Shaft (super fly)

Mixed with a little cheese (from Coolie High)

Mommy how you gonna move? (when it's just you and I)

Pardon me a second dude (you better get in line)

Confrontation time, get in line or spit a rhyme

I ain't looking for no beef but I will oblige

I'm kinda quiet but surprise I ain't really shy

Didn't mean to shock you with the real

But niggaz know the deal

When I'm up in punk knockers and down in Sugar Hill

Call me Mr Foreverman, can't say I never ran and never will

But when the shells get to flying and I don't got skill

I get ghost then I bounce

Come back and a nigga be ready to throw toast

So what ya want?



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