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They say what goes around comes around This rap game is a gamble, it's like a roulette wheel You just gotta learn to take the ups with the downs Here comes the first thing, you know I don't fake it Usually bust raps on how to rob a nigga naked Made for the Benjie, crack era frenzy Rest in peace [?] Spuds MacKenzie Major or independent, this street shit I represent it We look major on the independent Go dig down your bitch mouth to where her neck be And explode like Mentos in a Pepsi Good morning, scrub, don't you all look for it, huh? Fuck your fort, little nigga This blood sport, little nigga You balling on the wrong court, little nigga Right now, homie, you staring down a barrel This is the sound of New York airing out to battle But as the game goes on know you lames fall off Me and Statik show off, show off What goes around comes around, am I coming or going? Only God knows when my time'll come to his closing I got a wondeful flow and a bright future, a nice Ruger I just might shoot ya with this gun that I'm holding I've never been no shook ass, I ain't running from no one Letras de cancionesBrought a can of whoop ass y'all don't want me to open Who want it with Easy? Got a militant mind And a weapon with enough bullets to fill up your spine Plotting on getting the mine, I may let 'em out Bet I give 'em more rounds than a Mayweather bout When I aim at a scout and bang 'em out You would think his brains was chilling how them hanging out For real, and your women I'm all in 'em They calling 'em a G-star in the hood like raw denim Your boy kill 'em back to back, bringing this rap shit back Spazzing black on these Statik tracks It's easy From Letras Mania