I knocked at the door with twin pistols like death sickles He flew back with a thud no homo like mr pickles He was all over the rug no tommy pickles Cracked my knuckles as my made my way up the stairs His daughter saw me with eyes wide open like Worlds Fairs Had to put two in her skull her scalp flew off like she was using Nair Some call me cold hearted n**** I just don't care This was his house now I'm mayor Or pres as I made way up the steps Seen a n**** in a white polo Mr. Preps I fired and he was rocking burgundy What can I say it fits him like Ron Burgundy Another n**** popped out seen my girls and was like Sir Wait A Sec See I was like naw n**** you the opposite of that Common album Be He crumpled to the floor like an accordion And I stepped into the booth in the studio and I spoke into the mic skillfully I spoke on my life how I kill willfully Just ask and its done Willy Nilly Trust I ain't going to jail like my n**** Billy Feel Me I stepped out the booth looking like I came from Hades I was surrounded by the leading ladies Jenny and Penny and thats when he turned towards them gats He was full of holes And I ran like Ol Boy with them autographed bats
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