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Rasta Imposter

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Intro: What you got to do with it? What the fuck you talkin about? What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid? Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? Like you don't, you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or something. (You fuckin wack ass nigga) (laughing in background) [Verse One] Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce On when heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore And stood on every corner like a liquor store Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm ill? Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill? When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs will Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga I send the wolves to kill that nigga If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that nigga Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger What the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck Your swervin nigga, better follow the white lines Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so wack Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact Far as your man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and split'im Chorus L.L. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga One on one or round up the crews nigga But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes nigga You know the rules nigga! *repeat* [Verse Two] Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with? Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique A real nigga wouldn't even mention my lips Can't believe you went there, no I know you a bitch Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated nigga Young guns take a pull before they quote a nigga Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigga So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be hot?



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