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[Intro: Fukkit]
Uh, yah

[Verse 1: Fukkit & Sabino]
I'm with my dawg like a Doberman, sic 'em
Adidas stripe on me, I look too official
The fact that we made it here not accidental
Askin' me questions, I don't like riddles
Thinkin' I'll play while they sing like a fiddle
Sleepin' on me? Then you soft as a pillow
I don't got time for that bullsh*t, kiddo
What is my niche? Right here, I guess
.30 on me, when I shoot, it's a swish in a net
And I don't really stop or miss
Number one always, that's why they look p*ssed
And the second I dropped then they not for sh*t
'Cause I got hit after hit on the list
Envious of my former accomplishments
pus*y ass n*ggas still soundin' jealous
And I got all the time in the world
I gain credit for killin' you
And the blood that I spill, how's it feel to you?
And the damage I do is so real to you
And the puddles, I use as a swimming pool
Dive in that b*tch, take a bath in the minerals
Ask the questions I know that will riddle you
Throw my boy in the middle to pick on you
And your girl got a problem, my pickle
Watch gold but the hands in it nickle
Rushin' harder than hammer and sickle
While I draw out the line like a stencil
And my bars just hit like missiles
Pick a coffin, make sure that it fits you
Ain't no stoppin' the rap game skitzo
And the .38 special, don't tickle, b*tch (Uh, yeah)
[Verse 2: Sabino]
Special like specialist, come with the sedatives
Illusion so grand, past embarrassment
Passin' the drink 'cause these f*ckas not blowin' up
I roll with the punches, don't ask how I'm holdin' up
Better yet, [?] who I am, showin' up
b*tch, you get uppercut, yeah, huh
Cut 'em off, buggin'
I'll show yo' ass somethin'
I see what y'all honied and dip like a nugget, uh
Quit acting so rugged, I turn ya to [?]
Recallin' yo sweet threats, y'all just some defects, uh
That chain made of weak links
Blockin' yo' weak links
Droppin' some roses to show how yo' sh*t stink
I cannot duel 'less my pockets want weight gain
I will not settle for life in a cube or a cubicle
That life that you livin', to me, is not suitable
Peeled back my nails when I crawled out my hole
I'll settle when this sh*t start feelin' like home
Run from my shadow, won't let that sh*t hold
I'm runnin' my show and I'm f*ckin' off all you lil' faggots
That's cut from a mold, I could superimpose it
Get kicked from that di*k that they riding
But hittin' they stomach to stop all that sh*t
Damn, my breath
Hit yo' peep but you quick, outta time
It's easy to see how we sellin' these rhymes like dime
Keep 'em locked in a box like mimes
Every step that I take is a mountain they climb
Hope you sick of my sh*t
Slap 'em up, just the way the beat hit
Wettin up the flow with some spit
She goes harder than you may admit
But you must like a sweaty armpit
[Outro: Sabino]
Uh, uh, uh (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh-uh)
Uh, uh (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh, dummy