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(feat. Sonja Blade) |
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Shorty, she'll remove your ears |
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[Sonja Blade] |
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Check it out yo |
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Uhh, Sonja Blade |
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Uhh, Redrum N.Y.C. |
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Check it out (chop em) |
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Check it out (chop em) |
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Check it out (chop em) |
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Uhh, yo |
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It's all over when I spit my words |
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I make it dark like an eclipse occurred |
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When me and my click emerge |
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I flip you birds |
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Not a gravedigga but I get your ish reserved |
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Just know that the chick's disturbed |
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I spit superb, so ill, and so real |
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While you no frills with no dea I hold steel |
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And if I don't kill you, bet the flows will |
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For my brothers that ain't here I'm lettin the Mo' spill |
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Briefcases of dough, like a coke deal |
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Uncut verses, nuttin but dope skills |
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Can't fill my shoes, it's beyond complicated |
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Gats confiscated, you sat and - concentrated |
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[??], I'm the ish you constipated |
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I slaughter y'all cause y'all watered down and concentrated |
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What, uhh |
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(WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) |
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I told you, I told you |