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Scary 1

Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about I'm not a punk, somebody lied-- I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed Sleep on me, see me in ya' worst nightmares I'm Hell-raiser, dead fresh in some Nike-Airs Or in a monkey suit, totin' something with a banana clip Leave you wet, like dry lips after applying Chap-stick Ain't talking 'bout a blunt, but I rolled-up I'm gon' wet these fools, hope they don't mold-up When it go down, I go ape-****, bananas put coward to sleep, without the pajamas Keep bustin' shots, like pimples on a maturing teen I do my dirt, but leave the crime scene clean Stay fresh, but they always call me grimy They say I'm too gangsta', so they won't sign me I put in work, man, I'm clockin' in overtime Haters faces looking sour, like they suckin' on lime You got beef, well guess what, that's all I eat I stand my ground, you just sit in your seat Can't let fools run me over, I'm not a roadkill Leave you in the streets leakin', looking like an oil spill You got a problem, I know how'tta' get that solved Apply pressure, let's not get ya' family involved

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