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Uh, AOTP in this nigga. We don't rumble no more |
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I will take it back and disrespect a nigga sly to you - before i pull that ratchet out. |
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I'm going in. Uh. |
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Why you running with those lames thats tapped out |
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AOTP is frontline with they macs out |
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And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war |
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I can hit from a long range don't care if you draw, and uh |
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Your eyes cant hit what they cant see |
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The M1, will melt a nigga wig like gangrene |
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And my trees is laced, bucket is half licked, |
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My whole team got laced, half of them rich |
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The other half, originate from the best part |
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My right hook will leave your face covered with stretch-marks |
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When the swellin' go down, im tellin' ya clowns |
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The next step is fillin' up your melon with rounds, and uh |
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This is warfare, niggas in war gear |
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The AOTP, whole roster is all here |
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So fall back if you thinkin' of beefin' dog |
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I have my nigga Reef tie your moms to tree with barb. |
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[Vinnie Paz] |
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The Heavy Metal King hold big shit I cock the heaters |
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Fat, bald, Puerto Ricans and the pasta eaters |
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Every move i make righteous, God Allah can see us |
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Peace to Abraham, Ishmael, Jacob, Jesus |
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Peace to every man, woman and child |
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To Mohammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal |
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You a swine eater that means all your energy foul |
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I'm a divine leader that means all my enemies bow |
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Yeah, but i ain't worried 'bout my enemies now |
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Even though at times my team can be incredibly wild |
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Don't attempt to ever get me to smile |
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Unless you wanna see what bullets do to heads of a child |
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[Planetary] |
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Behold a Pale Horse, yall niggas is running a frail course (Get up) |
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Ain't nothin' better than smellin' a stale corpse |
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Depicted, through your skeleton, wear elegant gloves |
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Purple blood on the fingers we lock from hell and above |
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The shell from a slug, turn grizzly bears into cubs |
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I make the birds fly south when we get it crunk in the club |
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Its nothin' to us, we bustin' militant verses |
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Belligerent syndicate, we spit the gift and the curses |
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You niggas worthless, i see you in the cypher with ya backpack |
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I'm way past that, may God strike ya |
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You sounded like you was reading, you was off-beat even?? |
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So you left with ya jaw leakin', i punished 'em all speakin' |
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We all beefin, niggas is running rampid |
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I curve verbs, the type that can serve Sampras |
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Y'all all infantile niggas in pampers |
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Theres no cure to my sickness, im rap's cancer |
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(King Syze) |
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Lets get it crackin' what happened to all a ya'll? |
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These QD stars got the people screaming for encore |
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We love raw, direct, uncut raw |
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And ya little particles we bound to dust and mop |
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Rap shit is my rope, and i ain't givin' a slack |
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Main question in the air man, Who bringin' it back? |
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Gotta' be us, honestly In God We Trust |
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Apply pressure to the point and it will probably bust |
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Don't ever strike me, rollin' with Crypt that's more than likely |
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My Daily operation for the cash on the nightly |
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We all icy, hustle just for the grams |
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And breaking bread with the Pharaohs man, thats part of the plan |
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(It go, it go, it go) |
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(Demoz) |
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Food off your plate I scrape, I will never cater |
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Demoz tryin' to come up like a elevator |
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Green money, make paper like i own a forest |
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He's funny, rap name should be Martin Lawrence |
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Never hated, I ain't tryin' say I never made it |
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Now my confidence is high like it's medicated |
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Call me a loose charm, I'm off the chain |
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I'm off the wall like in memory of my name |
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Versatile with the flow, they all the same |
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Ghetto can't walk right, I borrow the cane |
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Raincoat, Umbrella stop all your rain |
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The industry a buffet, I eat all I can |
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So fuck if you next and fuck a duet |
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You niggas don't want to play me like Russian Roulette (Nope) |
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Man you DVD rappers soundin' comfortable, bet |
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This not an exercise tape, why you bustin' a sweat? (Nigga) |
