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[Chorus: Dr. Ama] I'm a make the whole world know my name I'm a take the microphone, show my flame Put rap in a chokehold, no more lames I'm oh so serious, no more games [Dr. Ama:] Dark Skinned is ours, send express to shifty Cream 750, material chestnut Fresh cut, passenger, side chick, Scandinavian next month We them niggas, who gon' test us? Caught dude, ten MPH on the dash All crew, I stack the blow, ten on stash Old regime gleem, rulers of the tri-state We migrate to the club, where the coverage our rate Why hate, in the corner acting all irate Fix your face, keep your eyes straight, homey, cause my apes Eat gorilla food, feed on goons, plotting on my cape Lead by the bang, so die by the bang is my fate Migrating, chasing that paper ridiculous Move meticulous, can't compare no crip to us So get with us, add on, with no crabs Costing to grab on, we be about it Snitches get they blab on, 7 O.D. to death Never jump shit, rather put the fifth to the forehead early Letras de canciones[Chorus x2] [Dr. Ama:] Kaboom, guess who stepped in the room? Dr. A-M-A, crept in your girls womb Feddi fiend, heavy green, way down the pickets I'm sick with this, make them fake sick with this, this year For dividends, easy work, work, get it in Simpletons Stapleton, S.I., crush simple men Simple and plain, mentals insane Credentials the grain, take heed, S.I.N.Y. Where apes breed, thirsty, suffer from rehearsal Totable cake needs, straight cheese Cat pass the Henny, white bowl, pass the haze, please Best believe, I'm a rob something, clown niggas Try to squash beef, but me? Resolve nothing Mind define portable M-6, with stain clips With twin pulls ready for war, ready for war, get sent cause Pay with my life, label my life for yours Don't matter, two ki's, two hundred G's a breeze Fifty g's a sneeze, forty caliber squeeze No chatter, lay it flat, no flatter, matter fact, die snitch, die [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania