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Hook: Give You The Facts I Can see them haters is mad Cause I get fame I don't want to brag I'm taking it back Just don't stand in my way Coming with a rag as quick as a snap I'm trying to get up in the game Verse 1: You bitch, get the fuck back I'ma slap you Knock you, go and pray to Matthew Clap you, get a cleaver chop you Stuff you in a plastic bag, wrap you Get the back bones and I'm done with a scar And I've always wanted to keep your lung in a jar Every last piece in the trunk of a car Get rid of the body, dump in the far What do you want to know about beefing Go and buy my motherfucking album, listen It ain't phixion, best know we're ripping Get a motherfucking gun, you're a victim George De Maggio, at a Boston avenue I don't want to front, I'm stabbing you Letras de cancionesUsing a ruger, clapping you Make sure your family gets the tragic news Hook: Give You The Facts I Can see them haters is mad Cause I get fame I don't want to brag I'm taking it back Just don't stand in my way Coming with a rag as quick as a snap I'm trying to get up in the game Verse 2: You're far from ready you don't want to do this Fuck your clique live life to the fullest Fighting with bullets, I'm not loosing my music Tell me what I have to do, Know I'ma do it You come and go like a diper, I don't like you Pay a visit to the motherfucking piper Pop you with a sniper, while you're driving your viper Using force like Al-Kaida Undefeatable like an ace of spades You're a hater - get laced with aids I'm a fighter re-arrange your face Never major, I can blame my race Oh you disagree, I think I know better It's a new law, new star, new erah I'm all heavy and you're as light as a feather You get my respect - never Hook: Give You The Facts I Can see them haters is mad Cause I get fame I don't want to brag I'm taking it back Just don't stand in my way Coming with a rag as quick as a snap I'm trying to get up in the game Verse 3: Trying to get big in the game, and I'm flipping the reign And I'm sniffing the caine, and it gets in my vein And the shit is insane, but I'm stiff with my claim I'll be drifting with fame and you know I'm gripping the grain When I'm switching the lane, using clips when I aim You'll be missing your brain, Gotta stick to my name Didn't slip when I came, never give what I gain And I'm leaving you slain (Thanks to GGG for these lyrics) From Letras Mania