The middle man what a miracle Of common calculations, Compressed and erratic Hung out to fade like ribbons Through wall-to-wall maybes So I gave it my
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The middle man what a miracle Of common calculations, Compressed and erratic Hung out to fade like ribbons Through wall-to-wall maybes So I gave it
trying to gather my niggas for battle, we outta control we cant be handled, We shake the police in the stand off, 44 magnums bustin at random at'em, in the middle
you drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Ha
See, he quick to grab a bitch by the throat And slam her ass, cram her ass, with a fat dick 'Cause she's a trick bitch I like fat bitches and I like
just obnoxious I could take off these bandages and Expose these papercuts And put them in the air with both my middle fingers up or talk about myself in third person like
niggas like i'm sprewell golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand blow you away like its part of the plan i gotta call it like i see
, choking niggas like i'm sprewell golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand blow you away like its part of the plan i gotta call it like
it It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind
Niggas frontin' like they hard But I'm a street fighter like jean claude And I'll split your shit, god Right down the middle Play you like a riddle I
in, game begin Y'all dudes spit that same lame to them Please, you niggaz ain't nothin' like Sig' Man, I run through these chickens like fresh white tees Keep 'em in check like
it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from Everybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like
! This kind of trouble no set like rain This kind of trouble no set like rain Its a survival thing This kind of trouble no set like rain This kind of
shots'll touch ya, spit ya physical structure Motherfucker this is lyrical destruction Path of disaster face Nast, comin' at cha full blast And capture grabs your last, breath like
