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gotta listen to the sound of me, so roll the window back-up/
focusin on the illest kid done got the traffic backed-up/
just three n***az deep so people look down at us/
but when we done, 911, need the medic to chek ya status/
take notes and observations, re-examinin new rappas/
call up ya whole city, the army couldnt even scratch us/
when you see me i'm like kobe, i'm always puttin up shots/
6 n***az on the ground before i pull back the c**k/
thats why i'm chillin in the dark, you wont see me in the spot/
unbeatable, cant be beat, cant defeat what you cant see/
like wallace versus wade, i'm always packin the heat/
then spell my name in ya back, if i make a mistaka ima re-/
-try on ya homie, call afew of the chronies/
i tend ta make the errors, so it wont be long fa ya lonely/
the man, wit insane thoughts, takin baths in his street cred/
left fa ya house wit chrome rims, wit i came bak they was blood read, yo homies is all dead/
have a nice rest, cuz ya next, and yes, you should be scared