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All my brothers (what) |
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Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what) |
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Shaolin take it to the top |
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All the ladies (oowww) |
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Show some love sugar, it's on tonight |
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Keepin the party tight aiiight |
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[pop the brown hornet] |
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I be the one to break through your barrier |
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Bomb carrier |
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Ready to explode in hype mode |
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You'll catch a bad decision at any given |
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I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck i'm livin |
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Let me lay the law, let me connect four |
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G.p. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and thought |
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Standin tall but you comin up short |
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Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport |
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Ran into the wrong one, i'm the son of a gun |
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You target practice, i'ma hit you off for fun |
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Answer one question, what crossed your mind |
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To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop design |
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You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin |
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Like a gun toter up against an assassin |
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I'm the real mccoy, old school b-boy |
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Anything i seek i could create or destroy |
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It's like that, born with the strength to strike back |
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Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat |
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It's either you or my contract |
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All you gotta say is where we get it on at |
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And it's on |
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All my brothers (what) |
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Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what) |
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Shaolin take it to the top |
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All the ladies (oowww) |
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Show some love sugar, it's on tonight |
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Keepin the party tight aiiight |
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[rubberbands] |
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Movin in a city of crooks where they don't play by the books |
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It's off the hook, got me on crop |
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Ready to pop somethin in my circumference if we don't rock |
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But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot |
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Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs |
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Let it die down, get it out the air |
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Gossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-tips |
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Hundred dollar ho went international on the richard bey show |
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Everybody wanna blow overnight |
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The secret to my success is i don't get too hype |
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Laid back killer instances, killer track |
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Make a snap remack |
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Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack |
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Highly addictive |
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The microphone's the glass dick and i'm smokin smash hits |
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I need to be rehabilitated |
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And if i write to the beat that only makes the murder of the track |
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Premeditated |
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[june luva] |
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How dare you even look my way |
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Better yet cross my path and have somethin to say |
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You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin with |
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Niggas suck my dick, june'll be the first to bust your shit |
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Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fast |
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The first one that steps be the first one i click-click-blast |
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Hit em one time up in his brain |
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But didn't kill em, i left him mentally insane |
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It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin |
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Animosity towards me will get you toasted |
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6 million ways, 365 days |
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I be on the street, crime pays |
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Nicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustle |
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Until i learned how to grab heat and take it with the muscle |
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And rush you, and pin you to the wall quickly |
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I'm shifty, low down dirty and gritty |
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All my brothers (what) |
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Let the world know it's hot |
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All the ladies (oowww) |
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[dark skinned assassin] |
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Can you feel us all up in your swat |
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Can't touch the god lyrical, far from typical style |
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Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred miles |
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Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths |
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Casualty, s.i. be i soulful by the craft |
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Devine self allah, the golden mic holder |
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Got this whole shit locked like the ayatollah |
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Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils |
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But the god made dirt to dig they grave with the shovel |
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Try to slay the master, his heartrate beats faster |
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Assault and battery make it hard to remember |
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Behold i the black avenger |
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Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as december |
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Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure |
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And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja |
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Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real |
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War, four score with a hundred raw niggas |
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[down low recka] |
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You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the line |
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With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine |
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Mental court got niggas doin time and |
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Frustration got me ready to do crime |
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Watch me shine like a comet |
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Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit |
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Frontin all them years you need to stop it |
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You see who comin, the rightful owners of this era |
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Who show the love but if necessary bring the terror |
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Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort |
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Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport |
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Your center's too short, your forwards' is backpedallin |
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Your gods ain't hard, how you think you better than |
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Niggas with a plan who stand behind thoughts |
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Made known, reality show the grain blow |
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All over, universally consume your town like fire |
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Blaze the shit til we retire |
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All my brothers (what) |
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Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what) |
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Shaolin take it to the top |
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All the ladies (oowww) |
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Show some love sugar, it's on tonight |
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Keepin the party tight aiiight |
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All my brothers (what) |
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Come on and gimme whatcha got 9-7 (what) |
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Shaolin take it to the top |
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All the ladies (oowww) |
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Show some love sugar, it's on tonight |
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Keepin the party tight aiiight |
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All the ladies, can you feel it in your |
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All my niggas, let the world know it's hot 9-7 |
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Shaolin take it to the top |
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We keep the party tight aiiight |
