Lyrics

(Chorus)

"Thought you was putting it down? We fixting clown on ya!.... Thought you was coming hard? I fixting to frown on ya!...x2

1st Verse

I'm going hard in the paint. I make you boyz think twice... Hurt you busters like Shaq. Make you have a heartattack.

I'm going hard in the paint. I make you boyz think twice... For your Ass grab a mic cause I ain't nothing nice.

A lot n---as want to shine, let me give you a light... I send you back to the lab writing rhymes at night.

Cause, I always deliever,...From Summer to December... M.C.'s stack your skills, its going to be a cold winter.

There ain't nothing left... I'm straight jacking all your stats when I'm on the set...N---a, with no regret.

You want to put me to the test? Well, I'm a roll up my sleeves... I roll with trues, thats how I do, no love for enemies...

C.S.C. Thats where I be...Smoking up all that indo weed... 7-1-9, thats where we roll..

Now, here we go... Put me to the test? Well, I'm a roll up my sleeves... I roll with trues thats how I do, no love for enemies.

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