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It's another interlude motherfucker |
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You know it's Animal the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB |
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You know how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it |
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Motherfucker stab you in your throat with a icepick |
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Shoot you in the face with a beebee gun |
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Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete I'ma do it, you heard? |
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My motherfuckin nigga A, it's the closin of the album nigga |
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I salute you nigga, for never bein a bitch |
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For never bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*} |
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Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the game |
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Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back |
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Niggaz doin mixtapes and comin back |
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Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and comin back |
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Keep comin back baby, you in the top five man |
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Y'all niggaz pay The Source for mics man |
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Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga from the streets |
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I respect you man, close it out like this, 2-double-oh-5 |
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Fuck the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. take it |
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[AZ] |
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I am one of the flyest, crew is like the Al'Qaeda's |
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We war like in the mess halls of Elmyra |
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Bodies get caught, predicate spells is higher |
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Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's fire |
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All-nighters, upscale attire |
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In car get new cars you and your mans admire |
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Young messiah, back bottom guns for hire |
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I am that what the rap contracts require |
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Ghostwriter, coast to coast cyphers |
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I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't like us |
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Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's is priceless |
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Reminiscin on past life fights with Cypress |
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Hung lifeless, sprung from financial crisis |
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Never ran, I stand amongst the righteous |
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AZ-Q, dark denimy V suits |
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His, arson is lethal, only pardon his people so |
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Just ask it open the closed casket |
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Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit |
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Got my ratchets, army fatigue jacket |
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Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush |
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Bravehearted, fuck if they say squash it |
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We remain the largest, we invade regardless |
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Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford |
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It's hard to explain my artwork |
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One for the haters, two for the true and the raiders |
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I know dudes who eat your food with a razor |
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It's major, barbaric, brutal behavior |
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Called addict, I talk about the jewelry later |
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My respect is for the DL cartel connects |
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And the crews that came through and left arise well effect |
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Finesse, big boys only play with the best |
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It's no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the 'jects |
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I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin collect |
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Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed |
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Claimin he stressed did a 3 still facin the stress |
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I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin your death |
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So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest |
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Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh |
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You know the deal, I pray they process your appeal |
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Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel |
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And I'ma drive 'til the gas run out |
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Either crash or a wrap 'til a smash come out |
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We them real niggaz |