The influences sticks like those needle pricks and squirm,
I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn
Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick
Thumbs up, guns to the gut, pull your trig, shot like the notorious b.i.g,
So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut
Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up
Them haters wishing they could see my demise
And i shot him in the chest with fifty five tries
You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock
What the fuck makes you think i'll be coming to a stop with ya warning shot,
Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die
Many nights i fed my guilt thru a needle...im just too real look at the game i
Aint nobody getting shot up on the block
Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god
So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea
And left my hand up in the air like i just shot the j
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