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It's the number one crew in the area. |
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Big L be lightin' niggas like incense |
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Gettin' men lynched to win tits |
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I'm killin' infants for ten cents |
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Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis |
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Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English |
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I'm makin' ducks shed much tears |
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I buck queers |
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I don't have it all upstairs but who the **** cares? |
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I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas |
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I get cash and stash figures |
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and harass them bitch ass niggas |
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After you you're gonna get scared next |
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And if ya squad flex |
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I'm lettin' off like Bernard Getts |
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A tech nine is my utensil |
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Fillin' niggas with so much led |
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they can use they dick for a pencil |
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I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches |
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I get more pussy on accident |
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then most niggas get on purpose |
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I got drug spots from New York to Canada |
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Cause Big L be ****in' with more keys than a janitor |
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Now it's the dictator who's style is greater |
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It's the man with more wild flavors |
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than mother****in' Now & Laters |
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And rappers I hit 'em well |
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They automatically go to heaven ****in' with me |
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cause I give 'em hell |
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So don't try to front troop |
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When your style is played out |
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just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit |
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I'm out to collect figures |
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I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so Protect Ya ****in' Neck nigga |
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Not a role model I'm a bad figure |
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When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga |
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I got it locked like a warden |
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Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan |
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So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps |
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It's a fact that |
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I'll be on your ****in' back like a napsack |
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It ain't shit you can tell me |
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Cause bitches still jock me without a mother****in' LP |
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It's the number one crew in the area |
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"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" |
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It's the number one crew in the area |
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"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" |
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Yo I got a death wish |
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That's why I talk so much mother****in' shit |
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I want these bitch mother****ers to try to flip |
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So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun |
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between they lips like a cigarette |
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And let 'em smoke the four fifth |
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? no need to lie or cry it's time mother****er to die |
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Because to me death is like sex |
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And if my brain was a deck of cards |
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I'd be missing a whole deck |
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Strap up a Mac clack clack |
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mother****ers are runnin' like rats |
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The blind bats are ****in' crazed cats |
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Cause the Microphone let's loose |
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And you're wonderin' |
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how the **** did this madman get cut loose |
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)From 25 consecutive 25 the life is |
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For murderin' up some ****in' white kids |
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These were the kids of the prison guards |
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Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards |
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in the prison yard |
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One two everybody's through |
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The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue |
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And now I'm decked to hawk shit and talk shit |
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Whoever flaunts shit I leave 'em unconscious |
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I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger |
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Wreck like Das EFX straight out the ****in' sewer |
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Please show me where the crack is at |
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While they quarter crack the sack I crack |
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they backs like Cracker Jacks |
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So I'm the one you should run from |
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Because the Microphone Nut is like a mother****in' stun gun |
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The way I rock |
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No way you could stop |
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I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot |
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When I'm in the zone better hold ya own |
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Cause I like to break when I finish a poem |
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Pound for p-p-pound the best around |
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No way you can get up when I get down |
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I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none |
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And beat a niggas ass half silly on da one |
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****in' A ****in' Jay ill with skill |
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So ladies step up I get around like a wheel |
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I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bonic |
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Bitches will treat me like Onyx |
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Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it |
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Creep through your block **** a glock I step |
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Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep |
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I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real |
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Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill |
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It's the number one crew in the area |
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"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" |
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It's the number one crew in the area |
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"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" |
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Yo ya step up and you'll get played like the small fry |
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I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy |
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So mess around you'll be a dead man |
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I get hype Tonite's The Night like Redman |
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Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck |
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Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck |
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I'm lethal, eatin' people |
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Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel |
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Head Or Gut like Illegal |
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So what cha want? |
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Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap |
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I'm leavin' caps in your back fool |
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I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop |
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A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped |
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I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck |
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The kid with the tech smokin' niggas like cigarettes |
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Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels |
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I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up |
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I stick and move |
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And that's how we do. So Y.U. grab the gat and let loose |
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Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked |
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Nigga we ghost man a punk? |
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I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose |
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I'm shootin' up like the west is |
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**** suggestions |
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I'll blow out a niggas intestines |
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Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last |
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One blast will put your ass in a body cast |
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And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec |
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Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect |
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Constantly comittin' grand larceny |
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Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me |
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Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck |
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His jewels were truck he got his ass stuck |
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So what the **** is you sayin' hop? |
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I'm wanted for slayin' cops |
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Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops |
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But I ain't givin' a **** who gets hit |
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Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit |
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I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast |
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If you die and come back I shoot your spirit |
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now your ass is just a holy ghost |
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You tried to play me to the left |
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You better put a target on your head |
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cause you're marked for death (echo) |
