bucka I'll beat your badass ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' bitch niggas still wanna check my urine still can't believe what you see and what you're hearin' you motha fuckas thought you knew the whole story until your mama took a nigga on mauri read your test results are you the father I looked at his bitch ass told him don't bother I'm the father of this gangsta shit never thought that I have a bunch of bastard kids lil' badass kids I whoop they ass every night send the paramedics bitch and the black and white I brought you in this world I'll take you out do you ugly so mamma can't make you out you know my style a colt file a report I'm a deadbeat daddy no child support *you get fooled**? like the last trick get it out your ass bitch you niggas know my pyroclastic flow c'mon ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' you want child support get it out your ass bitch x4 ya'll niggas know ya'll bitches know where you get it from who's the original you got your daddy's mouth talk like a criminal keep it gangsta son never get pigeon holed rap bastards tryin' to make a classic keep your dumbass out of the casket 'cause intercope'll spend your money they don't give a fuck about a dead rapper nigga they'll chop it up keep it movin' ya'll they'll come mop it up corrupt LAPD cover up everyday nigga we know drama they ain't lookin' for Osama Ask Biggie's mamma thank God that the gangsta's back we ain't got to put up with this brainless rap may your lungs collapse n' m.c's are funny all you can rap about is pussy and money c'mon ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' you want child support get it out your ass bitch x4 all ya'll rappers should kiss and make up take your bullshit jewlry back to Jacob get your mind right nigga and start to wake up 'cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up you got million dollar niggas killin' million dollar niggas bustin' outta Bentleys wearin' chinchillas there you go again rollin in your limo comin' from the Grammy's shootin' out the window I know the scripture but there's something wrong with this picture what you mad about diamonds all in your mouth no car, no nigga's house paid off I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off boy you a fool or you just act crazy or you a grown crack baby born in the 80's to all you motha fuckas say I went Hollywood I'm gangsta I know when I got it good ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' you want child support get it out your ass bitch x4 young rappers lookin' for pocket change with boo boo lyrics go get your diaper changed x2 smell like shit hey baby change this motha fucker you smell like shit
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