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Like that, welcome to the brand new world bitch, put it on them like this, from the motherfucking home girl in the house to be new trip world and it’s the P-A-S-S-I-O-N See I be flipping like Tina Turning with a burner Running through your hood yelling lyrical murder It's dark outside and these niggas try to hide I glide through your crew like glide to glide I ain't letting shit ride Watcha wanna do? When I come for you and your bitch ass crew Strap nine lose your mind on the verge of destruction Blood starts to boil you like a lyrical combustion Eruption it ain't no pressure no pain Niggas falling off the strain the maintain I got the cream team and gunning for the riches So many wack bitches posing for pictures Everyday same papers I regulate my papers, cause so many spectators trying to imitate us They be walking by walking Mocking my persona They wanna be like passion but they don’t want the drama They be killing me trying to preach to me Teach to me, I got the p.h.d in funkology You got your blasters and your masters of the field of dramatic attic The lyrical one bringing the static from the attic So cock your automatic I’ve had it up to here Letras de cancionesYou niggas are in danger you better stand clear up no love and notice mainstream America they just stay ready for this Nigga didn’t wanna pass the weed Left me stuck Everybody be telling me Daz fucked up But I never gave a fuck though It’s all about the cash or you walk the river like trash And I’m about to get a brand new One puff puff it really don’t matter cause now I got the batter Now sticking it in my sock Jet straight hit the dope spot bet No just us just me in Atlanta where you wanna come and test me Real the real new whatcha wanna do Cause all I got to say is all arcade Put it another way of criminal You could be the original mark of bliminal wiminal Get wet Can’t forget my niggas in the lake Westside project On the line Once upon a time in C.A I met five niggas all they did was bomb shit I mixed The completely leet technique Together with the knowledge of a Compton street But weak Nigga fucked up mo town One by one everybody broke down I’m out it’s about money cash but me I’m about to do a Jordan on that ass From Letras Mania