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I'm infatuated with the fast line life |
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My forehead lacerated like they just framed christ |
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Or bitch captivated when I'm activated |
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Nine planets under my palm, y'all niggas have to hate it |
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I let y'all debate who the one who rap the greatest |
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Deadweight niggas get your fucking souls assassinated |
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The most manic depressive snatching your necklace |
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Passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record |
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Your team is gay, how manage to rep it? |
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I'm the slum chemistry faggots get disconnected |
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Venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you're too delicate |
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Hot slugs and metal rip, can't wait to see the pellets hit |
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[Verse 2: Des Devious] |
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Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul |
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Snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll |
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Big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll |
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Made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould |
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Yeah, see niggas slug it out for absolutely nothing |
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Like rumours on who they baby momma's sucking and fucking (me) |
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Debating on who running the block them niggas be hugging |
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? crunch time guess who doing the buzzing (me) |
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That's why this nigga bringing up my name in lame discussion |
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Should be serving life for hammers and weight that I'm clutching |
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Four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track |
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Cut no slack, just react so bring it back nigga |
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[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] |
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I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos |
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With horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos |
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Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out |
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With my bare hands, there's blood on my grand poncho |
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I don't give a flying fuck though, we all nutso |
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Put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco |
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If I was you I'd pray, bucko |
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You could be the first motherfucker that I cut and the vein cut slow |
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Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian |
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And Vinnie P blast with heat like I'm Vesuvian |
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If y'all wanna overstand death then y'all should screw with him |
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Hooligans who beef when it ain't got nothing to do with them |
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[Verse 4: Demoz] |
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Where I'm from niggas wouldn't dare to take the same route |
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I ain't gotta say no names to get my name out |
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It's fucked up what the game about but |
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Voices ain't been the same since T-Pain came out |
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If you ain't shooting you gonna get shot |
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But nowadays niggas is pussy, they do the shooting when they get shot |
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Get your bitch shot, chin shot |
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Spit a shell, not a rap to make your motherfucking hip pop |
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I don't get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop |
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Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got |
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If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt |
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It's either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk |
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Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell |
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Miserable as hell cause a nigga wouldn't tell |
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School of hard knocks, nigga wouldn't fail |
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Got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell |
