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[M-Child] [Chorus x4]
Grab the gauge, full of rage, `cause the bullshit you started, Put your vest on, bitch, and watch; I`ll aim for your head.
[M-Child]
Get your shit together, nigga, before your body be dragged, Leave you stanky like some panties in a fat bitch`s ass. I`m kicking with top-notch, moving over for my class, Something in me forever burning like Jehova harrass. Motherfuckers on my street, we be `bout making scrilla`, M.P.D. hop on the scene, we be vamping, my nigga. If you ain`t from Orange Mound, acting like you a killa`, Stick your chest out like you hard, yo, give up, they gonna miss ya. Niggas don`t get the picture, I tell `em time after time, Can`t stress that shit enough, not even up in my rhyme. So I stay cool; when a pack a niggas, cock my nine, Get stupid if you want `em, so anxious, I hear you whine. Protect your shit; most of you niggas be faking, Bitch, I`ll jump on you like grease and jump on you when you fry bacon. Don`t play no games, M-Child`ll leave your shit wet, Like a pussy that`s been fucked, Georgia, you can`t forget, yeah.
[Chorus x4]
[M-Child]
I be looking like a possum, I walk the streets at night time, Taking back what be mine, put that shit in my rhyme. M-C-H-I-L-D, a Memphis, Tennessee figure, I`m a ghetto-type nigga, fuck one, pull back the trigger. If a nigga talk shit, and it ain`t even worth it, I`ll stick a beer in your ass and won`t think twice about it. But if a nigga get me, this rapping shit won`t stop, The lord`ll have me up in heaven bumping out with Tupac. Until the fucking row blows, I`ll treat you niggas like hoes, The only thing that you can do with rhymes; startin` wear some panty-hose. Pockets so swole, rocking shows, I know my roll, Mad enough to knock your ass up side the head with a phone-pole. And if it get krilla`, gon` dynamite I toss, I`m the motherfucking boss your punk ass, settle for loss. When I cross your path, you won`t laugh, you`ll be scared, I`ll crawl up in your head and talk some fusion, now you dead.
[Chorus x4]
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