(Check it out.. ah, haha)
Aww, yeah! This is my shit fo' real
(Ahhhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-RAHHH!)
It's gonna be off the hook! (That was dope, that's right)
Peep this out (Dirty Doezn)
Kon Artis nigga, yo yo
[Kon Artis]
The Kon Artis - born liar; lie to your pops and moms
Tell 'em I'm a good kid, Catholic raised
Knowin I went to public school and squares I blazed
Even weed when I got ahold too and YEAH bitch I did do it
Steal cars I've been through it - done that
Play buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that; bum cat
And bone hood rats - 'til they bleed on my floor matte
Nasty nigga, make YOU believe that I'm a classy nigga
But I'm far from that, average Joe that you know
Use people for shields at shootouts that I started, cold-hearted
Runnin reckless, peep out your shorty 'til my neck twistin
An infectionist, poisonous bug we all drugged
Showed your daddy love or slugs; could have tortured him
Told me that he didn't wanna die, we still forced him
Thought his peeps had his back, when we brawled they fled
Now he layin dead with his chicked head like Dodi Fayed
Come to battle us with yo' heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your fans been had, bamboozled, run 'em up
But you loosing credibility the minute Dozen'll up
Aww, yeah! This is my shit fo' real
(Ahhhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-RAHHH!)
It's gonna be off the hook! (That was dope, that's right)
Peep this out (Dirty Doezn)
Kon Artis nigga, yo yo
[Kon Artis]
The Kon Artis - born liar; lie to your pops and moms
Tell 'em I'm a good kid, Catholic raised
Knowin I went to public school and squares I blazed
Even weed when I got ahold too and YEAH bitch I did do it
Steal cars I've been through it - done that
Play buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that; bum cat
And bone hood rats - 'til they bleed on my floor matte
Nasty nigga, make YOU believe that I'm a classy nigga
But I'm far from that, average Joe that you know
Use people for shields at shootouts that I started, cold-hearted
Runnin reckless, peep out your shorty 'til my neck twistin
An infectionist, poisonous bug we all drugged
Showed your daddy love or slugs; could have tortured him
Told me that he didn't wanna die, we still forced him
Thought his peeps had his back, when we brawled they fled
Now he layin dead with his chicked head like Dodi Fayed
Come to battle us with yo' heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your fans been had, bamboozled, run 'em up
But you loosing credibility the minute Dozen'll up
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