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Got to get with ya Hit you wit’ these things that I’m holding Who wanna squab with the frozen? Now, who wanna battle with the chosen? You nigga’s lotion I’m no emotion I’m shrapnel from the explosion Hit you in the face while you posing High as Jimmy Hendricks I lined up ten dicks and took out appendix So go get forensics Let ’em know I’m Geronimo Till it’s my time to go You better find your ho Get your babies and your mama And move to Guantanamo Doubt my skills I’m payin’ my bills I’m up in the hills You niggas are kills Even though I’m on a fucked up label You bitches know what I can bring to the table
