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Second To None |
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Verse 1 (Mike) |
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It's the real authentic |
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Leave y'all dented |
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Forget what ya heard |
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If I said it I meant it |
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Did it for real, while y'all pretended |
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Back for more, I'm startin' the war to end it |
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Raw, rip it like I'm workin' a chainsaw |
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New York to Cali, New Jersey to Crenshaw |
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Speak the gift, while you plead the fifth, my team is sick |
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We eat, sleep, and breathe this shit |
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Rough and rugged, kill 'em soft |
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We don't leave one standin' when we're breakin 'em off |
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Takin' a loss? Not a chance on your life |
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If being fresh is wrong I don't want to be right |
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Stop drop and roll, we got soul |
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Safety popped off when we lock and load so... |
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This is how we get this done |
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You can check on the rep, yep second to none. |
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Chorus |
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Check on the rep, second to none, yeah |
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This is how we get this done |
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You can check on the rep, second to none |
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Check on the rep, second to none, yeah |
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This is how we get this done |
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You can check on the rep, second to none |
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Verse 2 (Ryu) |
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Yo, check the rep, yep 'nuff respect |
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If not for the jewels I drop, the chunky neck |
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I'm funky fresh equipped with a rusty Tek |
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Am I the best, well I gotta put it bluntly: Yes. |
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You can't touch me, the flows'll get ya |
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Squeeze breath out of your chest, like boa constrictors |
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I'm a killer and I usually know my victims |
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So I catch a lot of bodies on the homie system, uh |
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Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw |
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And you'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw |
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Liquid diet bitch, we official pirates |
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I ghost ride the ghost ship, drinkin' and drivin', yeah. |
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You ain't nothin' but a whiny kid |
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Who cries like wimp, cause nobody rides with him |
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I ain't a thug, pimp, gangster, or grimy dun |
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But you can check on the rep, yep second to none. |
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Chorus |
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Verse 3 (Tak) |
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HYeah, yeah, yeah |
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They know the biz when I step in the gate |
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You can find me at the gym bench pressin' the weight |
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Gettin' diesel on that ass and I'm so disgustin' |
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I'mma tell the whole goddang globe to suck it |
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I'm bad, now you feelin' somethin' surround you |
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My chemical mix, it got you pumpin' the valium |
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The audience closed it, and they had a reaction |
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Similar to explosions off of battery acid |
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My rhymes a razor, to slash your neck with |
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So find on my trail pass Winnekta Exit |
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Into the dungeon, what you're bringin' a bucket |
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No one's hearing your screams, now start playin' the trumpet |
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I'm out of your reach now |
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So give me some rocket fuel |
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Hooked up with Beatdown and did the impossible |
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A couple of months later, the record is done |
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And you can check on the rep, second to none. |
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Chorus |
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Outro |
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*Cheapshot Scratching* |
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