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- BuddhaHat0
You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, i come to collect
For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, i here to inject, check
My style is butter baby, spread it around
But when you niggaz don't flow it right you fuck up my sound
I get down; in '89 i spit the buck in the face
Of every mc that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase
Mc's are only recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the bitches, that i turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking ass niggaz and how i bust up they nose
And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood
I be standing over you screamin, "nigga, what, what, what?!"
Niggas feel my presence, like i'm right in they palm
Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on
No more twin glocks, they jam up my plays
Now its twin .40 calibre walther ppk's
I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like the ref
Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech
I turn you fake niggaz on and off, like i'm the clapper
I rap so many niggaz, they should call me jack the rapper