Chorus: samples 4X Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget (what they know about this?) When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme ---> Keith Murray Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about This?) When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme ---> Keith Murray [Verse One] I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin shit If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit You gone phase me, but swingin like Peter Parker Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback You couldn't be shit, if you came out my asscrack Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your lies So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days Listen up, all these words take heed When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none) I'm sick of this, here's my final dis Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this Chorus: 2X [Eminem] My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jesse We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a mad house So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed We quick to pull the gat out and set it And leave you with more shit missin than a Lil' Kim radio edit Stick up kids be tryin to live paid You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack Or I'ma send you flyin like a rocketpack Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack Break into your crib still your shit and lock it back Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with gats Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
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