- Jun 18, 2008
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Killa booJigga what, Jigga who, he a mutha****in' jigga-booPlayahater I don't play them gamesYou got beef with Killa, #@@!#, say my nameYou shy, he snortin' raw, or they reported wrongMy paper long, I be on any resort ya onThe muscle muscle tussles I giveI got homes where you hide, I hustle where you liveSo get the K's, I'm Mr. K, he fish filetHe only go to Marcy on Christmas DayYou not Santa *$@% clothes from Bertoff'Fore you murk off why don't you drop work offOr, sign a rapper from the borough, get off Jeezy %$%+And Rick Ross @%%$, but he a jerk-offI done dust and fried him, the fans must oblige himCalled the sandals slippers, can't justify 'emWe the Byrdgang, you a bird headYou do flip-flops, step up, hermesI from the rap blocks, the rats, and have knotsOnly G-4 I'm on is a laptopGot me over-depressed, #@@!# HOV is a messIt's G-5 minimum or Global ExpressGoddag (dag) we livin' in BaghdadYou got no style, dip inside the swag bagSee bad past, Benz's, black JagI'm tremendous, my pants from sack sagAnd the guns are imported and exquisiteHe out of retirement, Jordan on the Wizards Cam unfortunately sonned Jay with this...