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Dj honda |
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"we don't play when it's time to slay" erick sermon |
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"kill the noise" parrish smith |
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*dj honda cuts the samples as they repeat for 3 bars* |
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Check it yo |
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Bench pressin rappers be givin me extra strength like excederin |
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But this veteran is better in this profession when i'm editin |
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Competitors steppin to my direction but i'm two steps |
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Ahead a ya my flow is non-stop like et cetera |
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Et cetera, from beginning to end i begin to blend |
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And you gets no wins even if your stereo is on ten ten |
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Comin directly from bk representin on the love love |
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Makin shorties push up like hurby luv bug |
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Word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama |
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Cause when i register my armor they all pause like a comma |
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I'ma, bout ready to break this down and get more claps |
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Than a shorty with crabs, givin up ass on the ave |
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I be the honorable, like elijah muhammad, farrakhan |
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And all praises due when i run through tracks like a maraton |
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They call me problemz, a.k.a. the head honcho |
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Liver than o.j. simpson on the freeway in his white bronco |
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Dem batty bwoy nah wan come test |
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One of the best in this profession that's no question i be reppin |
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"we don't play when it's time to slay" - erick sermon |
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"kill the noise" - parrish smith |
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*dj honda cuts and scratches the samples for four bars* |
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Understand the problemz is internationally ranked supreme |
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Bk connection, when i be reppin that's no question |
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Deceased presidentials on my mentals at all times |
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Hop in the three and a quarter, hit the spot and cop four dimes |
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Raw rhymes enable me to live life luxurious and lavish |
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My vital infested with carats |
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Cabbage is the topic of discussion cousin |
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Eight multiplied by a dozen is the year my name will start buzzin |
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You wasn't, prepared nor aware caught you off guard |
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In actuality you barred, frontin like you hard |
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On my sixty inch screen, tellin lies to my vision |
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Frontin like you was in prison dunn you know that shit is fiction |
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While i'm sittin on mill's, coppin a mansion in the hills |
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Preferably in beverlly collectin treasury consecutively |
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Inevitably the refugee with the recipe |
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Breakin these niggaz up like referees is my specialty |
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You know the four-eleven black strictly stacks on top of stacks |
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L-e-x three-double-ohs and legend ac's |
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Puttin the facts on wax, bout to blow like a sax |
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Problemz recognize now bring that back |
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"we don't play when it's time to slay" - erick sermon |
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"kill the noise" - parrish smith |
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*dj honda again cutting and scratching four sections* |
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(who the fuck are you?) |
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I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with shit don't tempt me |
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Cause i blow up spots like ed kozinsky this mc |
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Tried to convince me that he was nice when he was wack |
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So he was forced to pay the price and got his ass jack-ed like dempsey |
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Left his motherfuckin pockets empty, cause his technique was flimsy |
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Pulled out on son duke, just like a benz-y |
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Anti-benevolent, never hesitant to represent |
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Catch a couple of bodies do away with the evidence |
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Dem batty bwoy nah wanna come test me |
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Cause when a nigga like problemz get busy i leave em dizzy like |
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Gillespie |
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Comin directly, from the battlefields of bk with my armor |
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Word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama cause this rhymer |
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Cause trauma, hurry and dial nine-eleven for ems |
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Bitch niggaz keep crampin my style like pms |
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I flex like funkmaster lyrical styles cause disaster |
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When i blast your ass like nasa you're be whinin like patra |
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Who's the master... |
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*dj honda again, you know the drill* |
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*dj honda keeps gettin buck to the end* |