Tonalité : F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Bucka
I'll beat your badass
Verse 2
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing They siblings
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Nothin' but my chil'ren
One shot they disappearin'
Ain't no kings in this rap thing
They siblings
Nothin' but my chil'ren
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One shot they disappearin'
Verse 3
F#m
Bitch niggas Still wanna check my urine
Still can't believe
What you see and what
you're hearin'
You motha fuckas
Thought you knew the whole story
Until your mama
Took a nigga on *Mori**??
Verse 4
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Read your test results Are you the father
I looked at his bitch ass told
him don't bother
I'm the father of this gangsta shit
Never thought that I have a
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bunch of bastard kids
Lil' badass kids
I whoop they ass every night
Send the paramedics bitch
And the black and white
I brought you in this world
I'll take you out
Do you ugly
So mamma can't make you out
You know my style a colt
File a report
I'm a deadbeat daddy
No child support
*you get fooled**? like the last trick
Get it out your ass bitch
You niggas know my pyroclastic flow
Verse 5
C'mon
F#m
Ain't no other kings in this
rap thing
They siblings
Nothin' but my chil'ren
One shot they disappearin'
Ain't no kings in this rap thing
They siblings
Nothin' but my chil'ren
Verse 6
One shot they disappearin'
F#m
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
X4
Verse 7
F#m
Ya'll niggas know Ya'll bitches know
Where you get it from
Who's the original
You got your daddy's mouth
Talk like a criminal
Keep it gangsta son
Never get pigeon holed
Rap bastards tryin' to make a classic
Keep your dumbass out of the casket
'cause in the *scope**? and spend
your money
They don't give a fuck
About a dead rapper
G
F#m
Nigga they'll chop it up
Keep it movin' ya'll
They'll come mop it up
Corrupt LAPD cover up
Everyday nigga we know drama
They ain't lookin' for Osama
Ask Big E's mamma
Thank God that the gangsta's back
We ain't got to put up
with this brainless rap
May your lungs collapse in seas of funny
G
All you can rap about is pussy and money
F#m
C'mon
Verse 8
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They siblings
Nothin' but my chil'ren
One shot they disappearin'
Ain't no kings in this rap thing
They siblings
Nothin' but my chil'ren
Verse 9
One shot they disappearin'
F#m
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
X4
Verse 10
F#m
All ya'll rappers should kiss and make up
Take your bullshit jewlry back to Jacob
Get your mind right nigga
And start to wake up
'cause the whole rap industry
needs to shake up
You got million dollar niggas killin'
million dollar niggas
Bustin' outta Bentleys
Wearin' chinchillas
There you go again rollin in your limo
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G
Comin' from the Grammy's
shootin' out the window
F#m
I know the scripture
But there's something
wrong with this picture
What you mad about
Diamonds all in your mouth
No car note nigga house paid off
I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off
Boy you a fool
Or you just act crazy
Or you a grown crack baby
born in the 80's
To all you motha fuckas say
I went Hollywood
I'm gangsta
Verse 11
I know when I got it good
F#m
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They siblings
Nothin' but my chil'ren
One shot they disappearin'
Ain't no kings in this rap thing
They siblings
Nothin' but my chil'ren
Verse 12
One shot they disappearin'
F#m
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
X4
Verse 13
F#m
Young rappers lookin' for pocket change
With boo boo lyrics
Go get your diaper changed
X2
Verse 14
F#m
Smell like shit
Hey baby change this motha fucker
You smell like shit
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