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its 7.50 nigga an am listening to fifty
bout to hit the club an ma niggaz comin wit me
it strictly A game when u intoxicate the brain
Lots at sake, profane, drivn in lifes fastlane/
Cunts wanna cut, sluts wanna fuck
notice how the raise ur fav drink a buck
luck has nothing to wit it
so come back to mine ma we gon hit that shit/'
standing at the bar, trying to get the barmaids attention
but all they can sense is a nigga wit aprehension
trying to mention summit
but the drugs make me forget retention/
as the memory banks draws blanks
like all those gangsta who wank
but the penny drops as the music stops
to fifty's clickety clank/
may 27 and ur in fucken heaven
its only 8 o clock and the gears are reving
years ago when a wis 15 and smoked blow
sneak past the bouncers keep ur fuckin head low/
fake i.d> no me
show the cunt ma sideburns "thas how old a be"
see the youth let loose in the club
is like givin a ping pong ball to forrest gump/
dump that ho on ma shoulder
whilst a sniff another boulder
as ma years get older
ma heart gets colder/

U think u spittin
Like I said before
Ur rhymes are written
All mines are original
This here is a signal
I see u tryna rock mic
Its all good yea rite sike
This here is my potion
It flows like ocean
U need 2 take lessons
Lil boi this is a blessin
U need to check yo attitude
My rhymes go like latitude
Sorry I must have mistaken u
Get off my jock
I'll throw it ya face
Like a bitty rock
U need to be stopped
Before u get shot
Naw I'm jus kiddin
But ya face needs 2 be hidden
Just to let u know
My shit aint written
Ur rhymes are so soft
Its like a kitten
Except my rhymes
Are to the claws
I'll pop one to ya Jaw
My rhymes are 2 raw
I'll let u have a turn
Before u get all burned
I'll chern like butter
Because there aint no other