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I finally figured it out that haters' mouths is used for suckin' Suckin' You niggas paper weights y'all don't want to fuck with the great Fakin' moves like you wantin' somethin' get it straight Cause one mistake'll get this motherfucker aired out You niggas better recognize this is Brad's house I put the mic down to give you other rappers a chance But all you niggas want to write about is dance I tell another nigga 'bout your mama So I'll be forced to bring you back the raw shit The hardships of growin' up Stuck in the hood Broke as fuck, out to hustle Facin life struggle And havin' nightmares about gettin' big scrilla And that's the type of shit that turn these mama boys to killers On the realer, it's a nigga comin' back for the streets Cause this bullshit I been hearin in the rap game is weak You got these killas on your payroll I'm doin it out of love But if you cross me I'm fuckin' you up I keep a ? I'm a nigga in destroyer mode I squeeze it once you blow you out of your soul Who's the "boss" in this rap shit? I let my opposition judge me But if push came to shove they couldn't budge me Cause I'm ugly with styles identical to none I'm tellin' you Don't fuck with me, nigga, I ain't the one I ain't the one These niggas better recognize the realest Keep a loaded .45 inside for protection I'm a .45 packer, nigga hoe subtractor blacka blacka blacka Nigga, back up! I'm a bad actor With no respect for the nigga haters I kill a motherfucker stiff cause he's a traitor I ain't a player I got my stripes from these streets I'm a killa That's probably why at night I can't sleep I strike a match and watch a motherfucker burn That's just treatment ? you fuckin' worm I'm the Don Corleone y'all niggas is phony I put that on my mob and my goddamn homies Recognize niggas who can't be touched If they can't be seen I'm a lost ? Undestroyable by human plagues You got a strap? I got a strap too! You fuck with me I have to clap you! And now you stearin' down the barrel of a gun I told you Don't fuck with me, nigga, I ain't the one [Chorus] Wait, This motherfucker got me bend, I gots to break Before I shoot this motherfucker in his face Cause niggas on the edge don't want to play right So I'ma lay his ass down in broad daylight Now what's up, bitch, ? ? let me clear this motherfuckin' corner Mayhem unlike a nigga ever seen ? in his face all in once gettin' clean I'm dashin in my undercover hoo-doo (Who you?) You run up on me? I got's to shoot you! And you know me And ain't shit changed but my zip code Your ?I'm in a flipmode A tip-top murderer Comin' for you bullshitters Squash you motherfuckin' niggas I ain't the one [Chorus] Realest Niggas Down South, motherfuckers Don't get that shit twisted Just them hoes ? Aight ? For all you fake motherfuckers who was talkin' 'bout the first joint Suck a nigga dick Fake-ass ho's Know where started it Know where started it Know where started it Me ? Lay this motherfuckers down In broad daylight Bitches be squeezin' they pistols They want to play fight Me? I'm the colder Bold-bold-bolder Bold-bolder Hit em from the shoulder Puncher Dumper dumper You motherfuckers talking shit I drag him on the back of the bumper ? Face to M-o-B and Can't a motherfucker see em ? 2000 The new millennium