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(feat. The Dynamic) Some of you niggaz owe me an apology Talking extra large shit Still knowing that your skills is smaller than Nanotechnology Don't you know your camp be smaller than ant colony When I say don't challenge me That's reverse psychology Ever since 8 Mile battles fascinate America Free a pay style Crooked'll assassinate your character This man will straight embarrass ya Then when I'm sick of your aryan ass Pull out the mac and evacuate the area You ain't got skills I'm surprised you got deals I been in princess cuts, sluts and hot wheels Your wack ass is not real Don't make me act a "Jackass" like Johnny Knoxville When I cock steel I waste rap has-beens Leave you in a trash bin Asshole naked with your face mask bashed in Your hoe wants me I takes that ass then She gave me face and said it tastes like lamb skin Letras de cancionesLabels tell me "Come blow us up" Since I left from Death Row they wanna know whats up Some of 'em got they own agenda, wanna slow us up This one's for all of my niggaz, they wanna know whats what Got my own organization, we 20 men deep Dynasty slappin your face, nigga My city been sleep, my semi sent heat If niggaz dont act like they 5 pairs of legs and give me ten feet From Letras Mania