[Intro]
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It's Little Nadz
Gotta get a couple tings off my chest
Too many fake MCs
Chatting rubbish on the M.I.C
They be like...

[Verse]
Click clack
Pull the heater back
Let the slug rock your brain
Shut your mout, you ain't got no heater, Call of Duty turned you insane
Get it in your membrane
You ain't got no game
You won't pop no chain
You ain't got a strally or a bally
In the alley with no 45 cali
Ain't cocking back nuttin, ain't pulling automatics
Chatting pure greaze on the mic
Saying how you're stacking Ps, don't lie
Yeah you might but your bars that you spray, yeah they're highly unlikely
Chat pure fuckeries on the mic, unlike me
Say you draw gyal but you ain't had no wifey
Say you've got swag because you're sporting a Nike tee
Chatting 'bout how you hold a big 45
Shut your mout, you ain't never even seen the 45
You're just chatting bare greaze on the set
Saying how you won't pet to squeeze on the tet
But these times when it comes to the real ting on the roadside, there's bare silence
Where's all of the violence?
You add in your bars while you're on the bus
You drove fast cars, just chatting greaze, chatting out your arse
See me, I spit straight from the heart
I don't need to act up, I don't need to play a part
I just say it how it is, I just spray it how it is
That's the way it should be done, that's a lesson for you kids
[Outro]
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Simple tings
Stop chatting shit on the mic
It ain't a good look