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Remember everybody ain't loyal
 You soft as gelatin, sick of telling them, nigga show 'em
 It's coke in the pot, nigga drop it and let it boil
 Goofy niggas make me nervous, ain't serve 'em if I ain't know 'em
 Eastside, sleeping in my dope house clothes
 Run down pair of Jordans and some dirty Girbauds
 Sucker coming with a short, he get extorted, exposed
 Nigga stand on my own two balls, my dick and ten toes
 Straight to the tippy top
 Hear this nigga spitting it, whether I got a hit or not
 I hit it with the whip, they notice it when they hit the rock
 I'm just a cocaina chemist
 Cooking, chopping and cutting, you'll die if I push a button
 Niggas heard of me, now all of a sudden they back to thugging
 If I never sell a record might catch me hot water juggin'
 The D.A. want me gone, say I'm detriment to the public
 Took his daughter, put this dick in her butt
 And said "how you love it, bitch?"
 Remember everybody ain't loyal
 Cause all the real niggas in jail or deep in the soil
 Dancing with the devil or eating fish with the Lord
 Gotta spit it how I live it, I beat the street and report, nigga
 All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga
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 The world ain't big enough for both of us
 Batter up, now you pussy niggas getting fucked
 Straight raw with infection, passing no prophylactic
 Eastside, anybody killa, my niggas active
 Smoking and breaking a 7 up in a 6-5-0
 Babyface Gangsta I been slanging, banging since 9-4
 I thought the world was at my feet when I linked up with Snow
 But I refuse to be his flunkie, so we don't kick it no mo'
 Straight to the facts, nigga
 I looked up to you, put that on my momma
 Signed a deal with you and never asked you for a dollar
 Cause I was down with CTE, plus I was getting cheese
 I played my fuck ass contract, what the lick read?
 Thought I'd say this shit cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it
 You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga you just a fucking puppet
 Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so bitch I had to show ya
 Don't make me expose you to those that don't know ya
 Man you said you the realest nigga in this motherfucker, check it
 But Ross had you scared to drop a diss record
 No nuts, got the whole team looking weak
 Guess that's why they ran up on you at the BET
 L.A. red carpet, yeah, I was geeked
 You couldn't take security, so we ain't take a seat
 I played the fool before, but yo a ho I'll never be
 They searched that tour bus in Milwaukee, had that .44 with me
 ESGN and to the end, I feed the killers
 Pray the Lord'll take my breath before I be like this monkey nigga
 Just a whole lot of rapping, but no motherfucking action
 Seen Gucci by himself while we was 30 deep at Magic
 And you didn't bust a grape, was shook from the gate
 It make it seem to me the gangsta shit you kick be fake
 Cause all my enemies, I put them suckers in their place
 So take them shades up of your eyes, and look me in my fucking face
 Cause I'm a motherfucking rare breed
 The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again
 Don't reproduce nothin' but evil seeds
 I'm rapping and trapping and still ducking these F-E-D's
 But BMF was sticking you for your fucking cheese
 And yeah I know you sold the blow and whipped the hard
 But underneath the fucking money you's a fucking mark
 Take heed to my statements, because they might throw you
 Don't make me expose you to those who don't know you
 Bitch
 Snowman Killa
 

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