How u recycled the same punches for 10 yrs. what a tight scheme
The same lines lifted u up thru all them battles. Azns mastered those fight scenes
U love karate but if somebody black belt ya mouth ud hide in the dojo scared
Ric flair let the fofo air. I'm an animal in desginer clothes that's the polo bear
Shank a put 100 of ya eye holes in ya gut with a hand gesture
Poked up. Ur idea of knife work is making katana swords to honor your ancestors
Shoot off ya left shin before I wet ur gi up and end ya life
Nigga this ain't karate kid u can't stand on one leg and win the fight
Nobody ever gone forget u lied on ya race as a teenager rappin
career was a black and white film. The color was in question but we knew u was actin
U spit blow darts u never spit the nine. Load the chopper let it hit ya spine
Big gun-call it my chop stick. when it lift up ya noodle it remind u of dinner time
This lame virgin can't ever compete with Spanish gangsta fly shit
u triads to get the pussy off back page. Paying for the slit like a columbian necktie hit
Ur feather soft punches been wack. All of your bars played
I struggle to come to grips with that soft shit. Its the claw game at the arcade
Fuck whoever think resin mic a boss. His entire life a loss
U got a clown bitch and Harley getting piped on the side like bike exhaust
Two macs what I grip. Raise the stakes and u taste rounds
All I know about techs is hold em so its in ya cards to lay face down
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