Only lets me know that i'm loved by so many other mother f**kers

That hate you in this buzz, cos you keep f**kin wit us, we keep f**kin you up

And keep pulling the rug from up under you, and what's even more f**ked up

Is we enjoy doing what were doing so much

There ain't nothing that we love more than pulling your skirts up

And exposin you hoes so much people are starting to wonder

Whats up with the f**kin "Wonder Woman" underalls

Do onto others as you will have done onto you

So who the f**k you mothaf**kas gonna run to

You will ask yourself how come your mans didn't empty the last round that he had

In "Curtis Jackson's" a** while he had the chance

You keep asking us to keep it on wax, but we can't

I love being hated, it's great it, let's me know that I made it

This is past any rationalization

We have captured national media attention

Conversation is senseless you can sense the tension

Start building soon as we enter the "106 and Park" building

I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world

Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to god if someone so much as even

Touches one of my people i'll put a million on his head

And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it

But I rather rap than get into this gangsta sh*t

And it aint because I'm a b**ch it's cuz I aint a b**ch

I don't endanger people that I'm with, I'm a general

I aint "Bush" I don't send my soldiers to war if I ain't there

In the middle of this sh*t with em, so when I do get em

Orders to storm your headquarters, you be f**kin with a...

...A beat keeper, so you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver

That'll eat ya, Niggas wanna keep speaking, Like it ain't even that deep.

I got heat that'll sweep a niggas streets, so ya wouldn't f**k with me neither

Without a failure, it's gonna be hell to tell the

Captain that a Basset Hound couldn't even smell ya.

Body wanna hide ya, I'll be on that mob sh*t,

You another hopper under the Renaissance b**ch

On tactic, I'll snatch your head like one Saddamn's men

Mathaf**ka I'll handle you, we can have it out on any avenue

An "Average Man", flipped into an animal

Shoot out ya mandibles, cannons and ammunition reload

With precision ni**a know the mechanicals

Break the Pistol down you should see them handles

The streets taught the child no read up manuals

Pushing crack valves, young "Nino Brown"

Chasing green is the dream when you're young and brown.

Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now

A "Dozen Dirty" niggaz and they all get down

While you punching' and tackling' punks

I'm handling' chumps, packing' the pump

That's longer than the elephant's trunk.

On the streets I'm "the beast", I'll feast

Upon the weak, so speak "beef"

The monster, pistol packing', pushing' niggaz off they "Hondas"

Stomp ya, get it cracking' yanking' b**ches for they Ganja

Sneaky as f**k, I don't think mamma beat me enough

When she was sleeping and stuff

I was stealing the keys to the truck

Shut the f**k up! Before you end up dead in the dump truck

Or in the streets taking a nap bleeding and locked up

You want what? Like "M Bleak" with this Heat

Don't mess with my alasnke, don't tussle with my aspe

We ferocious, toast don't host us

Approach us, through heat straight from the shoulders

We the soldiers, ya the youngster's

Youngsta's among, aren't ya dead in the dumpsta

Say to the monsta head full of drama

You scared of the trauma vomit to monsta

Blackness, carcass, cover with catfish

We murkers with no purpose other than practice

Alcoholics, sluts, and f**kin wife beaters

I guess that describes my life,

At my release party in a pink tank top and Reebok's

I'll turn your face into a f**kin' meat patty

I'll f**k yo mommy and go fishing with yo granny

I'll sh*t on you; I'll pee on R. Kelly too,

This is Bizarre see you "Devils Night 2".

This is Bizarre see you "Devils Night 2".

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