Chorus: Nefarious (4Xs) 
Catch ya wit yo pants 
Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin' 
Don't matter what you saw, death is what you reepin' [Lynch] 
I remain real like my cousin 
E-Mil Packin steel 
It's the Southside whorida 
Can't **** wit these othasidas 
Eastside, 
Westside This situation is dirty like chopped up nation 
So I stay wit the best side 
Nigga let's ride (**** that!!) 
I stay solo like a black cat 
**** a bad wrap 
I seen it happen to my cousin 
I'm like the 
Dirty Dozen 
Wrapped up in buns “
He said he was buzzin” 
But you know he wasn't 
Cause if life was free 
I would say **** money 
You can douse me in monkey blood 
Fill my pockets wit drug money and duck from me 
You was a **** homie only wanted the plug nigga 
Cut yo shit off like smud nigga 
I gotta say **** niggas and buck niggas 
And wit a passion and keep smashin' 
Get away before the task bend the corner 
On a mission for rippin niggas up like toilet tissue 
Wit the German issue 
Now yo family gone have to miss you 
I'm sicker than racism 
It's everybody killa 
Hit you wit the fully issue 
Like PG&E lit you 
See me in 3
D git you 
Hit em up git rid of 
Did em up like dirty draws 
He was a jealous motha****a 
As the story was told 29 years old 350 
Gs in the bank but nobody knows 
I guess it's just that season 
I thank When niggas be hos 
****in em in the cheap mo mos 
Leavin em dead in the bath tub wit no clothes 
Razorbladed 
Grove Chorus [4Xs]: [Cocain] 
I'mma catch you wit yo pants down 
Since you was talkin that shit 
You was hard on the 
Boulevard 
Now I'mma buck this clip 
On your self 
I make you shit 
When antagonized if you don't realize 
You must be the type that like surprise 
I'll rise out the hood on chrome skates 
Pull a top notch bitch and **** her ass hard on the first day 
Throwin it at me wit no debate (none) 
But I ain't the one to be trustin em 
Ain't finna get me for rape 
Punk bitch tried to hand me a case 
Until I dropped her on her face 
Bitch!! Take that shit and skate 
I ride wit these realas 
These niggas ain't neva fake 
Dope dealas and killas 
Whateva product could lace 
One time I always shake 
See I'm hella fast on that ass get away clean 
Most of the time count on the cash 
Hata niggas 
I bake em 
Playa nigga 
I make em 
Major figgas my mind is up on 
Gold diggas 
I'll shake em 
I'm that real nigga that real figga 
That real nigga from the fake 
Cause real nigga look at a fake nigga 
And they always tend to shake 
Crossed me at one time 
And I told you 
I'll be buckin at your wake 
Cause when 
I tell yo ass one time it's all it takes 
How many rhymes i'mma have tell a cat 
Bitch I ain't fake 
Betta listen to the 
Money Hungry album shit it's money to make 
And when it's money to be makin' 
That mean it's money to be takin' 
So watch yo back cause 
I'mma be in all black theivin like 
Gary Payton 
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