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Katt Williams-freestyle-(106 and park)-2006
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Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck cause it's my turn, I'ma reach to the top Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib I'ma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance[Big Punisher] Fuck you and yours; make way - I'm comin through the door And screw the law - breakin the rules ain't nothin new at all I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun Respect the click that I'm from, or get lifted and stunned Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin with the fall guy Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise Sky's the limit, nuttin less if my guys is in it For the right price, even Christ could get it Fast life we live it - all my memories are vivid I remember only minutes that's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody and lyric which so heavenly rhythmic In magic do I build, but math do be equally compatible And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral I'm from the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers Official Bronx niggaz, quick to body yo' mother (ouch) I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed To the truest shit I ever spokeTwenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me Talkin bout he left the hospital took five like me You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me Puffy lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man Niggas lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Lovin how I got you niggas crazyAgainst all odds Hopin my thug motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke, against all odds Hopin my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Niggaz in my faction so black askin questions Strictly gun testin, coke measurin Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin fanny, spendin chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like kites Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your pillow sheets Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease MWA, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four, and if they fall draw There's my pilot, he steals my liv, gets my div Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin The kids to Don, everybody buyin -- no lyin So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition, with sporated style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all -- death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody til somebody kills you[chorus] You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) We got 380's n P80, M10's, M1, 12 Gauges Shell casings, money put up for jail cases, bail make it, my momma say tuck ur chain son they'll take it, i hit her wit one of dem stale faces like, i'll b damned momma, they know who i am momma, i'm still you're lil boy, but to dem i'm da man momma, fuck wit yo boy man, hollywood da hood nigga, throw it in yo face, til u get dat understoodWaNnA DriNk??eLi...ChIllEn'