(A-Matic Verse 1:) Yeah, Without a doubt it's A-MATIC radio back in your muthafuckin face nigga Black tie affair, get your champagne and your bottles out my nigga Fine cuban cigars and I'm gonna do it like this Young rich nigga they don't want to see me shine, I pay em no mind been on my grind the whole time Tryna take this rap shit to another level but a nigga stay at odds with the fuckin devil Out the window yeah a nigga let the gat lean hit em in the spleen bet I leave the scene clean I should be the dj the way I handle drama I'm tryna cop a new crib for my old mama I know you gotta see that I'm sucka free you niggas gotta pay a fee if you fuck wit me I give the track nothing but back shots same thing wit chinese and black thots Shit you see me on my deem a nigga smoking sessamine I mean the greenest of the green I guess I pull the pretty bitches cause I'm dressing clean Chain hang down to my dick young nigga getting money cause of talking slick The money getting too sick muthafucka yeah you should peep the whip These niggas betta let it ride or muthafuckas gonna do a lil homicide tryna take a nigga out the sky muthafucka the devil is a lie bitch I'm the truth, but bitch I'm the truth, the devil is a lie, you muthafuckas couldn't hurt me if you tried!(Bitch I'm the truth 3X) muthafucka but the devil is a lie!
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Oldhead:Yea I don't know whats wrong with these muthafuckas man. A-Matic: Me neither man. Oldhead:I see you out here doing ya thing matic you out here schooling these muthafuckas top gun on these niggas. What you tell em' on this track? The devil's a lie huh? A-MATIC: No doubt. Oldhead: I don't know about that, cuz the white man do exist muthafucka. A-MATIC: You crazy man. Oldhead: But you go head young playa, keep telling these stories from the hood,straight mash on these muthafuckas mane! A-MATIC: No doubt, thanx old head
(A-MATIC Verse 2:) Is you feelin outta order cuz a nigga spittin water do you know the art of war after school I'll get your daughter bet you never even thoughta you a virgin to the slaughter a nigga cause chaos shit is out of order you don't want to pull that lever send your soul through forever and eternity'll take it in the spittal will you make it? Exposed and you naked and now you can't take it got that getting money feeling and it seems I can't shake it I'm fine if I'm breathing and these pussy niggas leaving shit its hunting season and I don't need a reason They flip like acrobatics when they hear my mathematics I get rid of feedback when I'm hearing that its static Takin rhymes out the attic fuckin with the matic talking bout you got it when you never even had it This shit is bloodsport watch your ass get splatted niggas ain't want it and now they gon have it