we show them hoes/
who is the king/
they out they clothes/
and in the ring/
oh now it's on/
and I"m just bumpin my music/
so if you gonna test me come on/
n9ne milli, mayne and I"m dyin' to use it/
spitting what I feel/
I kneel, to the god of rap/
poppin my pills/
you aint shit, thats a fact
so could you, please pass the prozac/
or I'ma push your wig back/
with the AK, Choppa, yeah, remember that/
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