I finally figured it out that haters' mouths is used for suckin'
Suckin'


You ^!$$%s paper weights
Y'all don't wanna $#&@ with the great
Fakin' moves like you wantin somethin - get it straight

Cause one mistake'll get this mutha$#&@a aired out
You ^!$$%s better recognize this is Brad's house
I put the mic down to give you other rappers a chance

But all you ^!$$%s wanna write about is dance
I tell another ^!$$% 'bout your mama
So I'll be forced to bring you back the raw %#@!

The hardships of growin' up
Stuck in the hood
Broke as $#&@, out to hustle

Facin life struggle
And havin' nightmares about gettin' big scrilla
And that's the type of %#@! that turn these mama boys to killers

On the realer, it's a ^!$$% comin' back for the streets
Cause this bull%#@! I been hearin in the rap game is weak
You got these killas on your payroll

I'm doin it out of love
But if you cross me I'm $#&@in' you up
I keep a [?????]

I'm a ^!$$% in destroyer mode
I squeeze it once you blow you out of your soul
Who's the [??]boss[??] in this rap %#@!?

I let my opposition judge me
But if push came to shove they couldn't budge me
Cause I'm ugly with styles identical to none

I'm tellin' you: Don't $#&@ with me, ^!$$%, I ain't the one

I ain't the one

These ^!$$%s better recognize the realest
Keep a loaded .45 inside for protection...


I'm a .45 packer, ^!$$%hoe subtractor
BLACKA BLACKA BLACKA
^!$$%, back up!

I'm a bad actor
With no respect for the ^!$$% haters
I kill a mutha$#&@a stiff cause he's a traitor

I ain't a player
I got my stripes from these streets
I'm a killa

That's probably why at night I can't sleep
I strike a match and watch a mutha$#&@a burn
That's just treatment ??? you $#&@in' worm

I'm the Don Corleone
Y'all ^!$$%s is phony
I put that on my mob and my !@#$ homies

Recognize ^!$$%s who can't be touched
If they can't be seen
I'm a lost [?????]

Undestroyable by human plagues
You got a strap? I got a strap too!
You $#&@ with me I have to clap you!

And now you stearin down the barrel of a gun
I told you: Don't $#&@ with me, ^!$$%, I ain't the one


[Chorus...]

Wait -

This mutha$#&@a got me bend, I gots to break
Before I shoot this mutha$#&@a in his face
Cause ^!$$%s on the edge don't wanna play right

So I'ma lay his $$# down in broad daylight
Now what's up, (*##$, ????
[?????], let me clear this mutha$#&@in corner

Mayhem unlike a ^!$$% ever seen
[????] in his face all in once gettin clean
I'm dashin in my undercover ??hoo-doo??

(Who you?)
You run un on me? I gots to shoot you!
And you know me

And ain't %#@! changed but my zip code
Your [?????], I'm in a flipmode
A tip-top murderer
Comin' for you bull%#@!ters
Squash you mutha$#&@in' ^!$$%s

I ain't the one

[Chorus...]

Realest ^!$$%s Down South, mutha$#&@as

Don't get that %#@! twisted
Just them hoes
[???]
I-ight
[?????]

For all you fake mutha$#&@as who was talkin' 'bout the first joint
Suck a ^!$$% dick
Fake-ass ho's
Know where started it
Know where started it

Know where started it
Me, [????????????]
Lay this mutha$#&@as down
In broad daylight
(*##$es be squeezin' they pistols
They wanna play fight

Me? I'm the colder
Bold-bold-bolder
Bold-bolder
Hit em from the shoulder
Puncher
Dumper dumper
You mutha$#&@as talking %#@!

I drag him on the back of the bumper
[??????] Face to M-o-b and
Can't a mutha$#&@a see em [???]
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The new millenium