Oh shit I forgot.
You know what, fuck the other guy let's get it over with.
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These uppity niggas believe rappers in the south don't know how to spit/
They say that we just run our mouth.
No doubt our soulja ain't packing guns lyrically/
But that's because I hold all the artillery.
Grew up on the T.I.P. of Decatur/
The only birds I saw were the ones from middle fingas.
But if you whippin one my way I always got my eagle on display/
I pack that heat like a Cleveland sympathizer goin' to an LBJ giveaway.
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