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[Chorus:]
Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck!
So I grab my gun.
A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon.
Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun!

I'm sticking icepicks on the tip of your dick
give your testicles a swift kick.
Ain't that some shit?
Am I hard-hardcore,harder than the Plymouth
It ain't no myth,it's a nigga with a spliff
and a chrome four-fifth pressed on your back
So what you want nigga,How you wanna act!?
I hope civilized cause I love to see niggas die
Brains all leaking out on the street
and the pastor preaching : He was a good man!
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand.
Now he's singing sad songs with Elvis,3 to the head 'bout 6 cross the pelvis.
You fuck with the high guy,you die!
Hear the same motherfucker,take a look up in the sky.
I want some old nex (?) shit,suplex shit,hardcore sex shit,and TEC shit!

A repetitive loop all I need to destroy
a soloist or a group huh,I put it to your boy
Hope you got the scoop,Biggie Smalls the rap genius
I keep the Glock by the penis,the cleanest cut
Fuck sluts with the big humongous butts
I used a rubber but..
My style's gushy like a hooker's pussy
And it dont take a lot of back-talk to push me
Into flamin em,like that little nigga Damien
Glock 19 to my motherfucking cranium
Game tight,gun toting motherfucker
Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
I tricked em,I gave em work then I sticked em,I stripped em
Cause niggas dont want the friction.
Told you before how I bring tha drama,
slam Larry Johnson and his grandma-ma!

Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga,
when I get busy,throw your hands in the sky nigga!
I got the illest of the ill mentality,niggas be grabbing me
knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me.
All up in my back,trying to take my track
when I used to sell crack,I ain't had problems like that!
Street rules:Watch your pockets and your jewels.
A nigga front throw the gat to the fools.
Next one to move is getting blasted,
stink sewer flow's from the ill ghetto bastard.
As I release master piece's like adhesive,
stuck to your ass like tissue when you're wiping fast.
MC's have a hard time believing,
I'm Marked For Death,Hard To Kill like Steven.
When Jake come I'm leaving - the black man's motto,
You gotta better chance playing lotto!