The game is mine, got it locked like Shyne
You dumber than Martin, i'll jump rope on ya spine
Shoot dice when i'm high, bust nuts in a hoes eye
Throwing emcee's off roofs for saying their so fly
Enemies of mine ain't got no time
You got bitches but their no dimes
Beat a bandit to death
Bat to the skull, followed by a close line
Pistol whip my foes, crime
Axe to ya head, to expose ya mind
Smoking more niggas than one-time
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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