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niggaz pucker up when hear the sounds of the nemesis
close they hears, hold back tears, cause they know um bout business
and all i got to do is tell em "friday night with ushers"
and watch they face scrumble up, like just ate some gushers
im from polk county 863 you know central florida
where the goons ride all night, killers, restraining orders
but naw forreal tho um from florida, fella, strizzo, and tony
i roll with "real gutta niggaz" the rest of yall just to fony
dj's rip my tracks non stop to the 3rd degree
prayers were answered for a better rapper, yes it was me
i told my fans ill give them everything except disappointment
the only time ill leave them bye is for meetings and appointments
and my fits change up on yall like a bipolar state
my fans love me only thing judgers can do...rate
only thing non supporters can do for me...hate
stay on ya job bartenders need another drink...grape
and its my time to shine like aluminum foil
its gone be hott, ima turn it out like a crab boil
invite my white, blacks, ching chong and chi-cos
knock all my fans out on the teco
but anyway... yall dont have disappear
just take yall lame bars get hell up outta here
if ya bars lame...take it back yo
ill pay for it if ya let it go
my friends ask how i do it, so i told em the truth
why my swagger higher than club kathleens roof
why i got more dollars than..skate world make on saturday
why i get more fans than advance-auto-part batterays
(LETS GO)
okay i got em tongue twisted when they mention my name
heres the hint now put the puzzle together solve my game
i just left music went into a world of chaos
the timers set all you rappers that were known now ya lost
they call me jigsaw i always leave the rappers just guessing
wondering the next idea... just got em stressing
you can call me party boy cause i stay flexing
put the beamer to the flow tinted windows and texting!
ending:
its avias my nigga!