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Ay yo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife |
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Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives |
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Specially for stacks of green packs |
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My outfit I perform, so blow all stained raps |
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Now let me take y'all niggaz back to my basics of this |
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Ya ancient to flip, fag catch a face lift |
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My shank do remarkable things for fakeness |
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My whole Mobb got the same patience |
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Throw on your tracks 8-6 and make moves like a spaceship |
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We pack places, infamous bangs ya nation |
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Ya light at the weight station |
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That weak shit need replacin', put this in heavy rotation |
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Overdose music, it's therapeutic to the user |
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Driving wild under the influence of this |
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Careful 'cause ya might just crash ya shit |
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Total ya whip and still pull my tape out the deck |
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Me and Mobb tryin' to connect |
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Like thirty thousand dollar links |
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Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple |
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Yo, yo, my drug clientele was bringin' me money well |
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Smokin' Buddha L's and weed so good, they leave a funny smell |
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Niggaz scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me |
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Mega regulatin' the way shit's supposed to be |
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Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me |
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To live my destiny, jacuzzi water soakin' me |
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Floatin' in smoky Durango, doin' my thing yo |
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My Mac Milli, sweeter than a mango |
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Son, you know the drilly, the drama is a part of me |
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Did time for cocaine, nines and armed robbery |
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My rhyme written graffiti is a live nigga prophecy |
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Mega poetic rhymes are like dimes but no credit |
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I leave ya mind paralyzed dun but don't wet it |
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Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama |
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And I embrace this, real shit, you banned from the projects |
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Your love here, ancient, yo, I'ma see you |
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Nigga, you transparent see through |
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Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related |
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Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin' |
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Thug shit you can't fuck with what |
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Fuck ya, bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet |
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Talkin' all that shit, don't even got cash yet |
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I floss, try to get away no gats tossed |
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Got drama with my click, I'ma take it to the source |
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Q.B.C. representative, I'm just tryin' to live |
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If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids |
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Spray ya crib, fuck it, son, somethin' gotta give |
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If I can't live then ain't nothin' gonna live |
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That's dead ass 'bout to put this whole shit in a smash |
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You real, hit that ass up on four wheels |
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All jokes aside, you goin' squeal like them other rappers |
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You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us |
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I got this strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit |
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Pop shit, you couldn't fuck this when we drop shit |
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You helpless, put your whole shit outta service |
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Put on some old shit, thank God for this |
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Yo, if it wasn't them niggaz like us |
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You just be ash dust hustling for petty kid cash |
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Come on know, you know I know |
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When it comes to gats, I'ma a hoe |
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Never bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we comin' |
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Straight comin' through while you runnin', get done-ed |
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Have that ass shakin' like a bitch when she comin' |
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One in a mil, slip that ass like a mickie |
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It's fifty-fifty fucking with this, nigga just come and get me |
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We wanna kill you |
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(No doubt, that's right) |
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We wanna kill you |
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(No doubt, that's right) |
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We wanna kill you |
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(No doubt, that's right) |
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We wanna kill you |
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(No doubt, that's right) |
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We wanna kill you |
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(No doubt, that's right) |
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We wanna kill you |
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(No doubt, that's right) |
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We wanna kill you |
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(No doubt, that's right) |
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We wanna kill you |
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(No doubt, that's right) |
