One two three to late now your gone busted nose
Body doze, who ? give em karate blows
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit
You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
I came up hungry
Or two. or maybe three?
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big
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