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Verse 1: When I throw on a Pac record it's like I become an instant thug/ Don't know what the fuck it is cuz it ain't in my blood/ The spiritis in my lyrics'll hit you like a slug/ Possessed with the anger that I hold inside/ Channel it through my music and these lines will wreck your pride/ Try me your best, you won't put my will to rest/ You can pull my card and test/ My word on any topic that I'm gettin' off my chest/ Protect your investments cuz the enemies that offend me will soon come to regret it/ Set it off up in this motherfuckin' booth/ Where the only lines I spit are derived from the truth// Hook (Repeat 2x): Never in my life have I been a thug/ Never in my life have I pumped slugs/ Never in my life have I put up a front/ But come at me crooked and you'll see what's up/ Verse 2: It's really not in my nature for me to wanna scrap/ But when motherfuckers spread rumors about your ass/ Sometimes throwin' down just becomes a matter of fact/ But I'd rather have it go down another path/ So I lift up the pen and pull out the pad/ Take samples of the masters and camp in the lab/ Cancel ya faggot ass while I'm craftin' my raps/ Trapped ya like a rat, you didn't know your phones were tapped?/ Bitch, you didn't know I tatted a bullseye on your back?// Hook (Repeat 2x): Never in my life have I been a thug/ Never in my life have I pumped slugs/ Never in my life have I put up a front/ But come at me crooked and you'll see what's up/ Verse 3: Considering everything I've said/ I'm just waitin' for some bitch to pull my card and test/ Which is why I'm spittin' these sentences, my defense is flexed/ No exemptions or exceptions I will check your best/ Depress your threats and deflect your attempts/ Never let ya epithets affect my steps/ Won't let your contempt for my flesh infect my intents/ Rest my case cuz the proof is in your ears/ So digest these lyrics and make damn sure you hear 'em// |
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