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H. A. T. you wanna be me, E. R. S. i got these fools stressed cause i'm blessed coming out the northwest you know where we be/
the two five three..open ya eyes and realize I still rise...living thru lows and highs drinking on hennessy addressing the issue of jealousy/
deep rhymes perplex fools got them talking in strife bitch fuck what you think i'm rappin my life...I dont fucking B.S./
I rep my town in the west spittin sicc to impress was born rest-less thrown into a place full of stress/
suspect cant rap? thats a myth like cold fusion my energy on the mic ever-lasting...a prophet coming back after my passing...knock the wind out of a hater and leave him gasping/
lungs full of chemical gases I tried to be civil skills always bring envy holding a mic hear it sizzle...known to snap necks like corked bats so call me sammy sosa..piss me off and meet my friend in the holsta stretch ya skin and pin you up like a poster/
from hill-top to salashan i'm just a man plotting on schemes worth grands...persueing dreams of getting money in my hands, acquire a few fans but seems like haters got some other plans/
wanna crack my head like ted a lotta mutha fuckas wanna see me dead red-rum besides that my phones tapped by some feds...thought about quitting but i stuck with it instead siccness in my threads/
why are fools tripping cause i'm getting my cheese you aint better please got ya bitch on her knees..its the season of without reason bought my equipment dont do no leasing/
mutha-fuckas dont know shit about me..my pain and my worries will i see gates pearly? fistacuffs with fools bust they jaw in one flury/
only want enough cream to buy my mother a house..THATS IT...do i hate when you spit? put our albums on the shelves and lets see who has the first hit..disperse lyrics with wit/
lifts you up out ya seat when you sit go after yours cause i'm going after mine...all i can see in my lines are money signs...platanum shit is just what I rhyme..a hater is just a person who cant coinside with my rap design most rappers aint i'm my level..like i'm standing on an incline/
i'll never settle till i send a bitch to hell to shake hands with the devil burning in flames..give it time and i'll be a legend in the game/
from the city of rain tac town never back down see a hater and give em a cracked crown like they're heads the liberty bell i'm lible to put antrax in ya mail...most rappers are fake singing hooks like pharrel/
while i'm the type to rock a mic and have you tappin ya toe...five years down the road i'll be sellin out shows on stage puffin on dro...constently faded poppin pills over-medicated sadiated days of being hated got me jaded beefs just the reason i'll be..incarcerated skills are under-estamated/
why yall so jealous?...you cant fill my shoes your crews noses aint blue..i pack gats write lyrics that get in ya like tats crushing shit on a regular like a barry bonds at bats exposing rats dreams of getting phat money stacks i got my back fade dippin in my lac wearing my chucks that are suade..a rapper of a lighter shade if i dont make it it'll be a tragedy like the world trade...cut up the product with a seraded blade...whos that at the door? oh fuck fool its a RAID/
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H. A. T. you wanna be me, E. R. S. i got these fools stressed cause i'm blessed coming out the northwest you know where we be/
the two five three..open ya eyes and realize I still rise...living thru lows and highs drinking on hennessy addressing the issue of jealousy/
H. A. T. you wanna be me, E. R. S. i got these fools stressed cause i'm blessed coming out the northwest you know where we be/
the two five three..open ya eyes and realize I still rise...living thru lows and highs drinking on hennessy addressing the issue of jealousy/
deep rhymes perplex fools got them talking in strife bitch fuck what you think i'm rappin my life...I dont fucking B.S./
I rep my town in the west spittin sicc to impress was born rest-less thrown into a place full of stress/
suspect cant rap? thats a myth like cold fusion my energy on the mic ever-lasting...a prophet coming back after my passing...knock the wind out of a hater and leave him gasping/
lungs full of chemical gases I tried to be civil skills always bring envy holding a mic hear it sizzle...known to snap necks like corked bats so call me sammy sosa..piss me off and meet my friend in the holsta stretch ya skin and pin you up like a poster/
from hill-top to salashan i'm just a man plotting on schemes worth grands...persueing dreams of getting money in my hands, acquire a few fans but seems like haters got some other plans/
wanna crack my head like ted a lotta mutha fuckas wanna see me dead red-rum besides that my phones tapped by some feds...thought about quitting but i stuck with it instead siccness in my threads/
why are fools tripping cause i'm getting my cheese you aint better please got ya bitch on her knees..its the season of without reason bought my equipment dont do no leasing/
mutha-fuckas dont know shit about me..my pain and my worries will i see gates pearly? fistacuffs with fools bust they jaw in one flury/
only want enough cream to buy my mother a house..THATS IT...do i hate when you spit? put our albums on the shelves and lets see who has the first hit..disperse lyrics with wit/
lifts you up out ya seat when you sit go after yours cause i'm going after mine...all i can see in my lines are money signs...platanum shit is just what I rhyme..a hater is just a person who cant coinside with my rap design most rappers aint i'm my level..like i'm standing on an incline/
i'll never settle till i send a bitch to hell to shake hands with the devil burning in flames..give it time and i'll be a legend in the game/
from the city of rain tac town never back down see a hater and give em a cracked crown like they're heads the liberty bell i'm lible to put antrax in ya mail...most rappers are fake singing hooks like pharrel/
while i'm the type to rock a mic and have you tappin ya toe...five years down the road i'll be sellin out shows on stage puffin on dro...constently faded poppin pills over-medicated sadiated days of being hated got me jaded beefs just the reason i'll be..incarcerated skills are under-estamated/
why yall so jealous?...you cant fill my shoes your crews noses aint blue..i pack gats write lyrics that get in ya like tats crushing shit on a regular like a barry bonds at bats exposing rats dreams of getting phat money stacks i got my back fade dippin in my lac wearing my chucks that are suade..a rapper of a lighter shade if i dont make it it'll be a tragedy like the world trade...cut up the product with a seraded blade...whos that at the door? oh fuck fool its a RAID/
hook-
H. A. T. you wanna be me, E. R. S. i got these fools stressed cause i'm blessed coming out the northwest you know where we be/
the two five three..open ya eyes and realize I still rise...living thru lows and highs drinking on hennessy addressing the issue of jealousy/