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[Verse 1:] Stuck in a jam Why you wanna fuck with me, fam? I'm tryna live a square life, you wanna fuck up my plan Under a bus, fucker, I'll throw you under a van Throw the van in reverse and then I'll do it again Grand theft auto, the man with the sket also Two turntables, a tec that'll touch torsos Niggas thinking that the family sweet Run up on Ruck you'll get beat with hands and feet, nigga Kimbo Slice and a slice of Jim Kelly Thing go pop and it enter your thin belly Fuck being humble, I'm better than everybody Melancholy niggas get hit with a heavy shotty Dumb fucks don't know how the rules go Young pups can't fuck with the Cujo You bark better than you bite Yeah, I bark, but I'm better when I fight [Verse 2:] Some of the nicest niggas in the game is friends If I do a song with 'em then the friendship'll end Sore loser Spitting the raw, ignore Rugers That nigga frauds like Jean Claude and broad movers Letras de cancionesEast coast niggas, west coast niggas I eat most niggas with the sket close, nigga I make you mad you livin' Fucking with Sean Price, that's a bad decision I was once fucked up, from the ash I risen A lot of fights, almost got slashed in prison Money on my head, you can ask my imam This rap is a actual fact that's written I'll fuck a nigga up, but if cash is given I will split a nigga head, call it bad division I dismember your memory, holmes Dedicate this to Timothy Stone From Letras Mania