The way your Chicago aka Baltimore aka Florida boys was at my eye, I would probably never see you again, Broad told me I was a survivor, Naaaw Call Me a Killer, Cause Im gone be a rida, and still dare some one to testify, We dont believe in Karma, so keep beating around the issues, I know black people thats worse than bush, and Im not talkin about the president, im talkin about the female body part, you know beat it please it, and they still think you need it. Im a man about my mom, and know I would never enter a door I entered this world in, So Mom know my love is so genuine that Alicia Keys could not see me, Im not Angelic, They junkyard me Like I was a Relic, waiting for someone to bid on me, keepin holdin ya nuts on me, cut em off like Pecans in Russia, then put you in a freezer, to tease ya, but you aint just being threatened ya life as you know it will Cease, aint no peace, until I divide the pieces, like Reeces, Yall betta phone home, becaue I ate your trail and ya grail.
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