See, I could leave this kid falling like the Eiffel tower/
Or my clique could send clips, then take a quick flick with this camera shit/
Like jim jones, bird gang, im on that good shit/
And like Brett Favre, I could send YOU a couple Jets/
To your dome, to your headset/
Because I got more AIM then instant messaging get/
The kid say he GET money, but I already GOT it/
That shit is OLD news, so I’m on a NEW topic/
The nine in my pocket is crying, want me to cock it/
The nine eyeing you like a lion, wants to tear out your eye socket/
Deliver slugs to your liver? Nah, I deliver rockets/
And when I’m in Houston, I be ballin like the Rockets/
I’m immortal and my technique is flawless/
I could take the sharks out of the water, and leave this boy JAWSless/ (Jaws)
See, this lil niqqa aint shit, I let this lil niqqa bleed/
Like a faucet, he go drip, drip/
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