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12/15/06
you say you bust gats pssh, you bust balloons,
and you best believe you best shut up, even before i bust you're doomed

you gotta leave your house wit your heat
get in yo car start creepin but i smell yo feet
call my bois up have em doin drive bys all day n we repeat
make sure yo azz is dead thats my only feat

i hate it when punks say its somethin they not
keep running your mouth playboy and yo azz get shot
have you online sayin dot dot dot
sellin that fake azz weed you bound to get caught

everytime i be spittin my flow i have yo jaw drop n u s**t on da flo
thats enough dawg aint no spittin no moe
everything i say a yo the shits just too cold

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12/18/06

Hoes get pimps, snitches get stitches
and when im done with you dawg you won't even get wishes.
Break down your door, bring your girl home, havin her doin my dishes,
Givin me kisses, she like, "Why don't you just sell this, its his."

If I told you C's up and B's down would your eyes fall to the ground,
Prolly even have yo a** out ya mind, ******** your s**t homie i stay on the grind,
Don't even try to spit against it, its like peein in the wind,
No matter how big or hard it is, shits comin back with revenge.

s**t I wasnt born yesterday, but I did spend more than you make in a year,
Last week just partyin, come around you, I be feelin your fear,
Try to lie but everybody knows how you are, you are queer.
My rhymes is the baddest, get your facial expression saddest,
Prayin to god like, "Please, im a pacifist."

Get yo a** back keep yo gat on saftey,
Cuz if you do pull it out and u see red all ova u,
Aint my fault i know i know dis is how we do.

C's^ B's Down