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You herbs we merged, we' re an alliance |
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We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us? |
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We an outfit, equivalent to |
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Voltron' sThat boy |
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Crooked I is equivalent to four arms |
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Joell Ortiz is the body, the cannibal slash killer |
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Kill you then eat your body, |
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Joe Budden is the pair of legs |
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He runs shit alongside |
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I, the apparent head |
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I am the general, bow now, fuck saluting |
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I don' t really think y' all niggas get it |
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Run up on your with a army it is on until it' s done, finished |
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You got a problem with any one of my slaughters |
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Then y' all niggas can come with it |
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Me and Joey, we a perfect fit |
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He like starting shit, |
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I like ending shit |
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I don' t squash the beef, |
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I don' t bend a bit |
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It ain' t intricate |
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I' m gon' shoot your stupid ass |
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You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling |
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Try wilding, |
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I get hostile then |
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I' m violent |
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I don' t make threats nigga |
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I promiseMy style is |
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Stalin mixed with sick lyrics |
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If you hear it, it' ll lift your spirit |
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Turn your appearance into a disappearance |
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Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick |
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I fuck with nothing but gangstas |
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Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I fuck with nothing but my clique |
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Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I fuck with nothing but gangstas |
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Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I put my money on my clique, hot shit |
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Coming out the barrel of my fifth |
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I got a raw flow and |
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I stay hungry more so |
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Guess that' s why |
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I' m the torso |
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I pour sweat when |
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I perform shows |
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What I record goes down as the best |
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But the vets won' t let that torch go |
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Y' all could keep it, they got flashlights now |
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And flamethrowers and |
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I got one on my back right now |
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Remain focused, that' s what |
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I tell myself now and then |
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Don' t wanna go back to that block like when |
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Varej o defends |
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Uh, oh, my stomach growls again, |
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I ain' t none of you cowards friends |
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Every human out of my sight before |
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I count to ten |
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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight |
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I' m hungry like |
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I never ate |
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Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, |
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I' m ' bout to get a plate |
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All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak |
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Means we never separate, we ain' t married |
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Jab it every time |
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I touch a pen, |
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I sort of set a date |
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I' ll devastate your career, look |
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I' m a demonstrate |
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Let me get a good breath take before |
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I regulate |
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Okay, bye, bye you guys, don' t try to rhyme' |
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Cause line for line what |
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I design is mine and mine |
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Sport a joint divine, meaning right behind |
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And thank |
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God it shines all the light in mine |
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So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind |
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Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that |
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I fuck with nothing but gangstas |
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Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I fuck with nothing but my clique |
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Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I fuck with nothing but gangstas |
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Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I put my money on my clique, hot shit |
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Coming out the barrel of my fifth |
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You rappers chasing popularity by any means |
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Doing silly things, buying too many size 20 skinny jeans |
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The west treat me like |
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I' m really king |
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I' m Pacquiao in the |
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Philippines, illest thing niggas seen |
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You rappers dressing like you fitting to sing |
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Billie Jean |
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I got to intervene, fuck you |
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I' m a intervene |
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You loud talking, wouldn' t kill a thing |
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Matter of fact, where' s your head, nigga? |
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I got the guillotine |
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Fuck your |
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Hollywood |
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Limousine and rented bling |
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I give you three red dots and |
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I call it a triple beam |
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I' ll put your pad on your property, fag |
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Properly rob you and hop in the |
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JagIf you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body |
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You' ll rock a colostomy bag, shot in the abs, moms will be sad |
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Pops will be mad, doctor be glad |
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Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping |
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Clock running out and the outcome bad |
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Any one of you niggas fuck with my team? |
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Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam |
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Sleep on that and get killed while you dream |
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Fuck a rap group |
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Slaughterhouse a machine |
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Slaughterhouse, a regime |
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I' m gooned up if you know what |
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I meanEverybody wanna be down with the king |
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No, no, no, no, no fly zone |
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I fuck with nothing but gangstas |
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Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I fuck with nothing but my clique |
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Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I fuck with nothing but gangstas |
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Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I put my money on my clique, hot shit |
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Coming out the barrel of my fifth |
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My one goal' s to astonish, tell the |
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President, |
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VPNotify the |
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Congress, they say |
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I' m arrogant, pompous but |
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I' m honest |
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I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished |
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They still making threats on your highness |
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But I tell them where |
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I be, they just ignore the compass |
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I think all your mans' play dough, |
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I don' t buy that movie, |
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FandangoFans they know that what? |
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You a soldier to a general |
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Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight |
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Navy SEALTell them little dudes |
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I ain' t mad at y' all |
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College kids like |
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Asher Roth |
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Y' all just trying to put food on the table |
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While I' m a just come and try to snatch it off |
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If it ain' t for me, most young dudes would be angrily |
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But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy |
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Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me |
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I' m synchronized you and your men should die |
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Learn certain shit you ain' t meant to try |
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Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise |
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Best bet is to attempt to fly |
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Shit' s a game, you down, you in for life |
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Fuck y' all, |
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I ain' t got to generalize |
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Y' all enabled to write what the pen describes |
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So when he asked what |
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I meant and why, |
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I tell him |
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I fuck with nothing but gangstas |
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Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I fuck with nothing but my clique |
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Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I fuck with nothing but gangstas |
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Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut |
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I put my money on my clique, hot shit |
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Coming out the barrel of my fifth |