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Unfuck-with-able, untouched\nNever needed a co-sign, nigga I'm enough (talk to 'em!)\nI ain't hearing you little rap fuckers (talk to 'em!)\n\nFuck rap I bare slap fuckers (come on)\nBeware rap fuckers I kamikaze the booth (MO-P; bang, bang!)\nI shower posse the booth\nFrom the essence of real niggas (Brownsville)\nYou're now in the presence of real niggas\nFuck with us!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] You know what they did?\n[00:01.26] Like, if anyone break, if anyone of them break\n[00:05.62] They'll stand in front of another one\n[00:07.15] If anyone of them break, just break on\n[00:08.93] Fuck them up bad\n[00:10.18] Fuck them up real bad\n[00:11.52] You can get those cars\n[00:14.06] Who got these shit?\n[00:15.79] Who got these shit with 'em?\n[00:17.73] Flash Yvette in the sket pimp\n[00:20.69] Jazz Jeff and the Fresh Prince\n[00:22.96] Ring, on my finger give you fuckers a fresh dent\n[00:25.87] Gloved up, you fucked up looking for fresh prints, P!\n[00:30.12] Prince popped in Purple Rain\n[00:32.08] I, got tons of songs embalmed in my own brain\n[00:35.47] Coming from a serious mind\n[00:38.30] Curious George, ape-like, taking your shine\n[00:41.11] Enemy of the state, remember P is the ape\n[00:44.31] Dismember a nonmember entering my estate\n[00:49.03] Bloody the guns, money, crowd striker, now cypher studyin' 120\n[00:54.99] P's true and living, I'm trying to add on but the piece do division (what's up?)\n[01:01.17] Mono the big shit, 85 your mind swine thinking 'bout rib tips, P!\n[01:06.93] I slide by spraying some big shit\n[01:09.23] I'm Ready to Die, get a feeling I'm playing some B.I.G. shit\n[01:12.96] And it's a wig shot whenever the cig hit\n[01:15.61] It sound good in them songs, but you never did shit (nigga's pussy)\n[01:18.81] Eastside, May Block, you know where we from (yeah)\n[01:22.35] When niggas got outta pocket my heat rung\n[01:25.11] We ain't squashing shit, we catch the body then the beef done\n[01:27.94] A rap nigga run his mouth, then I'ma smack his teeth from 'em\n[01:32.13] I work hard, I'll snuff you, fuck 'em\n[01:34.67] I'm a hustler, soft raw fluffer\n[01:37.11] I take a R&B bitch, I raw dog fuck her\n[01:40.64] Sean Price and Demond Price, I'm P's long lost brother\n[01:42.93] Yeah, that G work, I'mma put it in fast\n[01:46.33] But if I want a nigga spilt I just put up the bag\n[01:49.11] Know what it mean when that jack boy pull up his mask\n[01:52.85] A hollow tip bullet'll blast, it's The Machine bitch\n[01:57.78] Homicide, Murder, 45 burner (yeah)\n[01:59.91] I provide my service with the tide turners (yeah)\n[02:02.89] Send 'em to the lord when the points score (yeah)\n[02:06.09] Got his family at the morgue with a Ouija board\n[02:09.25] A lot of rappers out CB4\n[02:12.05] So I hit 'em with the hammer\n[02:14.39] This verse could get me in the slammer\n[02:16.34] Gladiator something like the Spaniards\n[02:19.01] Do my work off camera\n[02:21.69] I talk damage, my words hurt\n[02:24.45] You petty hustlers serve dirt\n[02:26.92] Meanwhile, my people make it happen where the birds chirp\n[02:30.43] And bring it home like the 3rd verse\n[02:33.14] Snub, with the granulated gloves and a ski mask\n[02:36.69] Snatch a clown out his E class\n[02:39.15] For thinking life is a Dreamcast\n[02:41.39] For you, its life or death\n[02:43.64] Me, I'm working the speed bag\n[02:45.84] For every shell dropped\n[02:46.99] It's a nigga sitting in the cellblock\n[02:48.80] Or a nigga stiff up in the mug from a headshot\n[02:51.96] I show these bitches what the business is\n[02:54.95] I ain't never hide from nobody besides Jehovah's Witnesses\n[02:58.31] I'm God's Child, yeah I'm on that shit\n[03:01.23] But I still walk through hell like I own that bitch\n[03:03.76] I had you staring down that barrel, put the work in\n[03:07.06] 'Cause when you entertain clowns, you become part of the circus\n[03:10.16] Fizzy! 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every shell dropped\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 166990\n- text: It's a nigga sitting in the cellblock\n  start_ms: 166990\n  end_ms: 168800\n- text: Or a nigga stiff up in the mug from a headshot\n  start_ms: 168800\n  end_ms: 171960\n- text: I show these bitches what the business is\n  start_ms: 171960\n  end_ms: 174950\n- text: I ain't never hide from nobody besides Jehovah's Witnesses\n  start_ms: 174950\n  end_ms: 178310\n- text: I'm God's Child, yeah I'm on that shit\n  start_ms: 178310\n  end_ms: 181230\n- text: But I still walk through hell like I own that bitch\n  start_ms: 181230\n  end_ms: 183760\n- text: I had you staring down that barrel, put the work in\n  start_ms: 183760\n  end_ms: 187060\n- text: '''Cause when you entertain clowns, you become part of the circus'\n  start_ms: 187060\n  end_ms: 190160\n- text: Fizzy! Unfuck-with-able, untouched\n  start_ms: 190160\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Never needed a co-sign, nigga I'm enough (talk to 'em!)\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 197260\n- text: I ain't hearing you little rap fuckers (talk to 'em!)\n  start_ms: 197260\n  end_ms: 200110\n- text: Fuck rap I bare slap fuckers (come on)\n  start_ms: 200110\n  end_ms: 203100\n- text: Beware rap fuckers I kamikaze the booth (MO-P; bang, bang!)\n  start_ms: 203100\n  end_ms: 205870\n- text: I shower posse the booth\n  start_ms: 205870\n  end_ms: 209190\n- text: From the essence of real niggas (Brownsville)\n  start_ms: 209190\n  end_ms: 212870\n- text: You're now in the presence of real niggas\n  start_ms: 212870\n  end_ms: 215630\n- text: Fuck with us!\n  start_ms: 215630\n  end_ms: 217320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217320\nplain: |-\n  You know what they did?\n  Like, if anyone break, if anyone of them break\n  They'll stand in front of another one\n  If anyone of them break, just break on\n  Fuck them up bad\n  Fuck them up real bad\n  You can get those cars\n  Who got these shit?\n  Who got these shit with 'em?\n\n  Flash Yvette in the sket pimp\n  Jazz Jeff and the Fresh Prince\n  Ring, on my finger give you fuckers a fresh dent\n  Gloved up, you fucked up looking for fresh prints, P!\n  Prince popped in Purple Rain\n  I, got tons of songs embalmed in my own brain\n\n  Coming from a serious mind\n  Curious George, ape-like, taking your shine\n  Enemy of the state, remember P is the ape\n  Dismember a nonmember entering my estate\n  Bloody the guns, money, crowd striker, now cypher studyin' 120\n  P's true and living, I'm trying to add on but the piece do division (what's up?)\n  Mono the big shit, 85 your mind swine thinking 'bout rib tips, P!\n\n  I slide by spraying some big shit\n  I'm Ready to Die, get a feeling I'm playing some B.I.G. shit\n  And it's a wig shot whenever the cig hit\n  It sound good in them songs, but you never did shit (nigga's pussy)\n  Eastside, May Block, you know where we from (yeah)\n  When niggas got outta pocket my heat rung\n\n  We ain't squashing shit, we catch the body then the beef done\n  A rap nigga run his mouth, then I'ma smack his teeth from 'em\n  I work hard, I'll snuff you, fuck 'em\n  I'm a hustler, soft raw fluffer\n  I take a R&B bitch, I raw dog fuck her\n  Sean Price and Demond Price, I'm P's long lost brother\n\n  Yeah, that G work, I'mma put it in fast\n  But if I want a nigga spilt I just put up the bag\n  Know what it mean when that jack boy pull up his mask\n  A hollow tip bullet'll blast, it's The Machine bitch\n\n  Homicide, Murder, 45 burner (yeah)\n  I provide my service with the tide turners (yeah)\n  Send 'em to the lord when the points score (yeah)\n  Got his family at the morgue with a Ouija board\n  A lot of rappers out CB4\n  So I hit 'em with the hammer\n\n  This verse could get me in the slammer\n  Gladiator something like the Spaniards\n  Do my work off camera\n  I talk damage, my words hurt\n  You petty hustlers serve dirt\n  Meanwhile, my people make it happen where the birds chirp\n\n  And bring it home like the 3rd verse\n  Snub, with the granulated gloves and a ski mask\n  Snatch a clown out his E class\n  For thinking life is a Dreamcast\n  For you, its life or death\n  Me, I'm working the speed bag\n\n  For every shell dropped\n  It's a nigga sitting in the cellblock\n  Or a nigga stiff up in the mug from a headshot\n  I show these bitches what the business is\n  I ain't never hide from nobody besides Jehovah's Witnesses\n  I'm God's Child, yeah I'm on that shit\n  But I still walk through hell like I own that bitch\n\n  I had you staring down that barrel, put the work in\n  'Cause when you entertain clowns, you become part of the circus\n  Fizzy! Unfuck-with-able, untouched\n  Never needed a co-sign, nigga I'm enough (talk to 'em!)\n  I ain't hearing you little rap fuckers (talk to 'em!)\n\n  Fuck rap I bare slap fuckers (come on)\n  Beware rap fuckers I kamikaze the booth (MO-P; bang, bang!)\n  I shower posse the booth\n  From the essence of real niggas (Brownsville)\n  You're now in the presence of real niggas\n  Fuck with us!\n"}]