The Mc

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[Styles P] 
Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent 
That's what KRS said 
The Ghost nigga, time is money 
Double R, D-Block 
Poobs let's go 

If it's beef better move on nigga, or get shot in the head 
Or trucked over by the UConn nigga (trucked over) 
Touch me, lose two arms, nigga you might think you hot 
You dead wrong, you just lukewarm nigga 
I'm colder than the ice in the freezer 
Butcher knife slice and you seize up 
44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia 
Late night I'm pipin a diva 
All my niggaz hyper and eager 
In case I miss the hit the sniper'll leave ya 
This case it's better to give than be the receiver 
In the M-6 blowin the weed up 
Comin through the hood makin sure that it's G'd up 
I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I read up 
My rap is like coke, so my shit stay ki'd up 
Y'all lil' niggaz new to the slums 
I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run 
Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun 
Ask the streets who can spit an iller fluid than son 
Sheeit, nobody right? (Nobody) 
Kill you, you a nigga nobody like 
Fuck with me if you lookin for the rowdy type 
I get it buzzin with cousin 
Six dozen bullets skippin in the Audi right 
This is Styles nigga, I keep it comin like gunshots 
And you ain't said nuttin in the wild nigga 
You ain't said nuttin, what? Motherfucker 
Time is money nigga, that's all I'ma say 
Poobs we fuckin out, see you at the finish line
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