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Letter To Hoodrich Pablo Juan Diss
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Rx Papi
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Real Huster could trick the scale Wake up early to check the mail Stay down, build my clientele Cooking dope in the kitchen, I'm fly as hell If she traffic this work, Ima buy her Chanel She know I'm Drugrich it ain't hard to tell 'Thang me and neph drop hard as hell Your hood pa** gonna get revoked Should have kept your mouth quite, never spoke I upped that stick, its murder she wrote .556 go thru you and your folks I was twelve years old, started dealing dope I ain't have no OG to show me the ropes You know how many times i f**ked up the boat? I damn near cried sitting by the stove Locked my first cook, yea trap n***a goals It's cameras every angle, my home I'm paranoid when I'm alone Move like a b*t*h, [?] Up the stick, split a n***a dome Sh*t getting heavy, got two flip phones I'm riding around serving all day long Stick change a n***a skin tone Got two ID's incase they pull me I Know a trapper when I see one, you can't fool me Ya'll n***as been watchin' too many movies I get in that kitchen and get to it Wanna fight and shoot? We can do it N***a you is Crip? Who you fooling Seven Thousand on me while I'm eating noodles Poppin Percocet, getting booty You ain't never in your life been in a shooting .556 get a n***a moving Up the stick, make your Tahoe roof-less You rap about killing but you're not gonna do it Beat a n***a face, black and blue it When I'm in the stove, put my back in to it Fit right in my jeans, compact the Uzi Stick on me b*t*h ima use it Get your pen and paper, Papi finna school you Auntie seen the back, she said halleluiah No matter where you at I can get it to you Ima charge it extra to cook it for you Play with my money the [?] lookin for you I was thinkin about robbin my plug Lil bro said let me book em for you Walk up on em, leave em in the bushes He ain't drop the price so I took it He put trust in me that's his fault He ain't do good business that's his loss Reverend kitchen, this my house I was twelve my momma told me, "Move out" They robbed you twice. What you gon' do bout it? You ain't gonna up the stick and shoot about it You gonna wave a white flag and truce about it But on the 'gram talking about you about it We got more guns than GS-9 'Pap and neph Hit a lick, bought a new audi Brand new stick, need a new body Slither man, creep up on you too silent Kept that sh*t real, I'm to silent Stick go up and down like hydraulics Each'll break every bone in your body I don't wanna talk if it's not productive Why they wanna hate on me of all of a sudden? They don't like to see a n***a come from the dirt Run up on me get your feelings hurt You a grown man make your own decision Heard you got a good n***a, long sentence know that n***a snitching Everybody know Sauce Walka b*t*hed him All this cap god damn cap sh*t fraudulent Tell [?] plug and put the order in Fatality, Finish him, Slaughter him Nehpew ain't strapped up he got the hawk with him Better be on your dean, try to talk to him He got real demons and they walk with him Pay attention n***a I can teach you something Better do your research before you diss a n***a Whole MPR gonna miss that n***a Make a n***a baby ma' forget that n***a Lil down dirty, lil slither n***a Go out with a bang like I'm Hitler n***a Subliminal dissing, I'm sick of n***as Let me guess, you graduated from school? You got paid weekly to clean your room I had to climb thru windows to buy shoes Everybody you with they ain't gon' bust a move Postta' step by the man and sucka move Don't play with me n***a I'll beat yo a** Too broke and [?] to lethal jab All that made up sh*t make me mad You grown as a b*t*h, that sh*t sad You ain't never in your life sold no bag You grew up with your mom and your dad How yall diss eachother now yall cool? That's gay He the same I feel like Biggs when he gave you that chain He bought spike one, that's exactly the same No subliminal, I'm saying names That's exactly how I feel Think I ain't drugrich? come get with me Dos-Dos-Tres, hit RX Pinky Back out, the hawk chop off your pinky White b*t*h take a bump with her pinky Who the f**k is RX Pinky? Somebody shoulda told em I'm the real 50
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