Now I ve got to askon a nigga s asstell me will they blast me?

I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me

Nowit s gettin crazy after darkthese narcs

be like tryin to shut me down but I m too smart

Now picture me scared of the penitentiary

I ve been movin these things since the days of elementary

Now tell me what you need when you see me

I m stackin G sbuyin all the things on TVbelieve me

I got some killas on my payrolland they know

When it s time to handle businessnigga lay low

Although I m youngI m still comin up

I m gettin paidpullin raises on niggas when they runnin up

The first to pull a strap when there s drama

Bustayou ain t heard?

I ve been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma

There ain t a cop that can stop me

My posse is cockedGand they don t quit until they drop me

I m loyal to the game

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[Treach

Without no doubt I ain t no slouch and it ain t time to back down

So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a

Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach

Forgotten more shit than most crews ever knowor ever knew

Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew

For beat the boot sexthe news breaksthe you shakes

Worsethey heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake

Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew

I m from Jersey and I m a teen so your block more than you do

Whose the new crew?

Show me your neck brothaand here s another

Smack your mother s mamma s mother

In the first mob of all those other crack lovers

Back was bitch-asstrick asscluk-clow-cluk-clow

How ya like me thenhow ya like mehey-hohow ya like me now?

Owpowhurtdon t it? Bowbowdon t run up on it

The same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponent

Oh yesrock in slumsya gots to run it

It makes no sense to smell like shit

If old ass George could be Washing-tons

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[Riddler

Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocksjust buckin the shots

And packin the glocks

and dodgin the copsand takin over niggas spots

Poppin after poppin the fools be droppinthe hoes be hoppin

On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim

You lookin grimis it me or him or him

Or be with mewe be together

So what s up? We can do whatever

Cause real niggas stick together

Till they make it up to heaven

Through the stressthrough the hellthrough the 1-8-7

The shorter the niggathe bigga the trigga

The deeper they dig the ditch-a

The Naughty the Treach

then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up

You fuckin bodyI m likeOh my Gody

Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him

So got himnow I puts the crime behind me

And finds mea place to lays my head low

I lives doin my rapbut I dies for my hood row

So all you fuckin fools better recognizeand know my fuckin name

I be Riddler to my niggas and I m loyal to the game

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