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HOOK:
Ayo my niggas take music
rap to us, so we hate music
Now we the hate music
We 'bout to rape music, straight up music
You 18, shit, don't even play music
Killin is high
I your girl get AIDS, your brother crash and dash
Or your mother die, and your is a topless dancer
No answer, glaucoma, and your pops got

[Juelz
Yo I'm a motherfucking nightmare, y'all can either me or hate me
Know alotta niggas wanna slug me and me
That's why I never keep the gun on
When I get this money, gon hate me
act like Harlem aint that shit, go 'head and play dumb
Like y'all don't know where AlPo and Rich the caine from
Sugarhill slums, get it correct
Real spit at your chest, look at your death
Y'all cop Playstations, play Live
I'ma cop guns, try to survive
Nigga like me be on the every day
While you think moms look rocked every day
she come see me for them rocks every day
Keep the close, ready to pop every day
'cause I'm of you spot betters
I got a 380 full of hot peppers, rip through them cop's sweaters
You dudes is chumps, talkin you live like thugs
You be home watchin Midnight
No bitch, you and your hand makin love
It's over dog, you need to just get fuck, what

I got the gun and clip, shit
I run chains, run rings, run in your block, you run
Then I run
Piss in a cup, come on, a drug test
I'm on my block, knockout kings,
A few beers cold, come here bold
A few of us blew our goals when two years old
Off to the lobby, all to the body, auction a shottie
Go to Boston and party with Walter McCardy
Drunk, smackin bitches off the
Hustle often as robbery, so guns, coppin
Fuck around with me, pop your bubble
Put up my own yellow tape, the cops the trouble
If you wanna see my true portions, bossin
Kill you like pop for new Jordans
Come through flossin, jail aint for me
I got cake baby, aint nothin for me
I'm same son of a B, gun in the V
Coke, guns, hookers, I'm the one you see
Cats still talkin fly, put his tongue in a
If we nice, then let him keep his lung for a G
When I rap, it nothing but hungry you see
Jimmy, Juelz, Cam, yo I'm one of the three,