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You niggas juss created a monsta 
fuck a Tampa I smoke ganja 
up in the Bahamas racin Yamaha jet skis 
money launderin like "Casa Blanca" 
luminate the concert 
aimin missile launchers 
he's crazy comet 
mentally disturbed Karma 
wit all drama 
I put that on my mama 
I'm down to hog tie my playa potna 
don't make me spray ya potna 
if you wanna save yo daughter nigga, give up the info 
and throw that plasticy mutha fucka out my limo 
wit three up in his temple 
the land where niggas pimp hoes big 
I do this for the streets of 
San Fransisco on down to South Central 
my speech 
too hard on the instrumental will get yo club shot up 
drugs get rocked up 
hustalas settin shop up 
runnin from coppas 
and helicopters 
pourin out Vodka 
for all my dead potnas 
and make me wanna drop my chopper 
and salute 
nigga put yo glocks in the air and salute 
nigga shoot 
only my first three times, nigga recoup 
ya'll niggas be bloops 
no, publishin givin the loot 
to your executive produce 
sellin bubble Lex coupes 
on loot 
beat yo bad bitches in daisy dukes 
poppin they cooch 
while my fuckin name is introduced 
1,2,-1,2 
clear my throat, check the mic 
1,2 -1,2 
How many mutha fuckas wanna smoke? 
Whatcha want do? 
I throw a tree full blunt into the crowd 
snatch a pile of money 
probably a thousand 
throw it in the crowd 
nigga now 
Big Poppa style 
while I used to be on Section 8 
now it's shrimp and lobster now 
and livin like a Mobbsta now 
an niggas who snitched like Sammy "The Bulldog" 
a final, or Donny Brasco body found in the barrio 
wit quatro, cinco hallows 
up in Pablo 
a Tommyano killa 
but never shit across the Mobb though 
keep yo mouth closed 
we hold the fuckin code of silence 
juss give me great beats and violins 
my flow is violent 
cold as tyrannts 
hearin the po-po sirens 
live an direct, while you slide yo Vet 
niggas think it's real, but chill, it's only a cassette 
yes, gangsta shit to the fullest 
hollow tip bullets through yo chest 
had to dismiss a lot of fake niggas 
juss to make scrilla 
the industry be tryin to rape niggas 
but I'm a straight killa 
white as fuck like grade A gorilla 
the Mobb niggas used rob niggas fo, Hagan Das nigga 
keep a bribe wit her 
half a chicken up in a ride nigga 
fuck ya'll niggas 
I come stompin to eat 'em up like Godzilla 
short stoppin my scrilla, nigga my cheddar cheese 
celeberty 
let my nigga Pac rest in peace 
quit fightin 
know that God hate ugly niggas 
quit bitin 
so I shoot you in yo face buddy 
What you wanna do? 
I got crew 
killas from the midwest 
to New Jerus, on down to Baton Rouge 
niggas bangin screws 
the M-O-U crucifixates 
if you'se a trick hate 
go home and ask yo bitch how my dick taste. 
(How my dick taste) 
Nigga, M-O-U crucifixates 
if you'se a trick hate 
ask yo bitch how my dick taste. 

*(screaming)* 

Oh no! 
Oh no! 
He's alive! 
Godzilla's alive! 
Godzilla's alive! 
Oh no! You've gotta see it! 
This is John Jerry, this is John Jerry reporting from channel 4 news! 
You gotta see this! 
Call the president! 
Godzilla's alive! 
Call the president! Tell the president to call the Navy Seals! 
He's here, he's steppin on shit! 
He's crushing!.....Oh my god! 
Godzilla's alive! Oh you got to see this shit! 
Oh!

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