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It was a dark
And hazy night
A young mc
Up On the mic
Rhyming like
Times never been tight
Dishing out lines
Like china white
How you finna
close up shop
And run Game
Return to the block
And claim yo shame
Or retreat from the game
Without a name
All up in my plans
blowing up my will
Like y iz the world
All up in my grill
I'll show you why
niggaz in the east
Call me sensei spaghetti
Since he sense it already
Niggas steady cross game
Jus Tryna floss mane
Put a pistol to they brain
And read they thoughts
These punk ass niggas
Steady dropping the sauce
Between me and my tech
Everythang suspect
Like a nigga on the run
Or one who aint run yet

Dick so hard can't even sleep
That's that warning sign
Some niggas must be on the creep
Hit the block
With yayo and doja
And The face on the bill
Says never waste a pill
They say heat kills
Cuz it Definitely will
So it must be time
To cold get ill
Perusing down the next avenue with an Uzi
In persuit of these confused
Niggas who tried to lose me
Cuz niggaz get whooped
Niggas get they life took
But I don't really be giving a fuck
As long as I don't get booked
Eyes straight crooked
Bitch here come the hook
Hold on slut dont trip
I'm as single as a 12 inch
In heavy rotation
Will commits to no bitch
The peanut butter interior
Plus the peanut butter exterior
Means a pimp who is superior
Finna peep that posterior
With ecstasy
all up my sleeves
I be trying to breathe
Like widows be
Dying of grief
When I'm deceased
Will riders be
Still tryna rhyme
Or OD off OE
Will grass stay green
If we burn all the tree
Will your eye catch
What it can't see it's me
In the right now
Fans from kazakhstan to Moscow
And glasgow ask how
I milk that cash cow
We blast and dash
One two on the double
You already better know
Cuz bitch you in trouble
Punk niggas Tryna spit
Got my words all muddled
Y'all niggas befuddled
Runnin up in bundles
Steady wonder
When i'ma fumble
When my piece
Makes whole niggas crumble
Put a dick in her jaw
Tell the bitch to start humble
I'm a stone cold Mac
On the savage grind
While These wack ass cats
Act asinine
But it don't matter to me
I don't give a fuck
But if I'm bout to see you in the street
you bound to give it up
And found in a dumpster
Brain clapped with the thumper
Sound like thunder
When I serve a nigga up this plunder
And it be like that
Blunts out when you see spaghetti blacc nigga

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from In Versus Mode (UNOFFICIAL), released February 8, 2013

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