want war. Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on. Yeah, Dawg home. I break your jaw bone. And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones. Rappers don't come to Jers'. Gun under my
. Five shots couldn't drop me. I took it and smiled. Now I'm back to set the record straight. With my A-K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate. Mother***er I'll Hit 'Em Up. I'm from N E W Jers. Where
