steppin it up

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okay ya might not get da flow cause it go to a beat

when i rappin dese haters all fall to my beat
they cant handle either me or my heat
they aint G they aint from da streets
hatin cause my lyrics demolish they meat
repolish my feet
bitch i crush da concrete
you really cant handle the elite
go to da king you'll find it's me
find a nigga fine as me
when i'm ridin G
i be behind a fleet
collectin da uncollected hate
selectin dat unselected fate
at this unconnected rate to an unrespected state
ya steal rhymes where as me i create
can you come can you scrape
through all of ya date
when ya get home she'll say it's to late
get up and gape
for air ya find there's none there
among the impaired ya aint scared
but be aware and prepared
incase they crazy cuttin off ya head
screamin in hell cause ya dead
now ya gone red
turn to murder instead
just cause ya like to kill feds
ya blood looks just right wit lead
but teflon protectin'em they shot ya lay in ya death bed