Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
So while you worry about the hoes
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
Third ward general, young cash money
One two three, what could it be
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts
Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
Plottin' don’t even worry
Or two. or maybe three?
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
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