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Yo, I got you askin' who the ************* would want beef with a strong fleet? |
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Hungry to palm heat? Cause this year we gon' eat |
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And ain't no mother****** stoppin' the kingdom |
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Shut the church down |
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Every bell broke cause we ringed 'em |
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Singin' hymns in hell, at the top of my lungs |
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************* a Rock Band, I can play the drums with my guns |
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Ain't it |
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A ************* when the streets is the wildest sport |
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Sell crack and come up short on child support |
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Take heed, lay low and strap on a vest |
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Run a credit check, I could kill a rapper for less |
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And you saw my rap quote that the Source won't |
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It's so ill that a whore's throat spittin' *************t in Morse Code |
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Your label got doe? You can get a song from me |
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Fill up the limo with cash, I'm talkin' long money |
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After I spit, the mic get's replaced |
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They don't know whether to call it a sound booth or a fire place |
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And I'm a funny ************* that'll put twenty slugs |
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Up inside your honey love so she can get her tummy tucked |
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Celph Titled |
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The villain of rap |
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We use a twelve gauge they can't trace a shotgun blast |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled] |
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*************s is illin' |
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We the real villains |
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What more can you say, we're shots peelin' |
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That's what you get (BOOM) |
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You got it? Good |
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And I hope you understood |
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[Verse Two] [Guttamouf] |
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What the *************? |
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You thought I wasn't raw? |
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When Gutta talk, vibrations crack the asphalt |
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Pull out the gat and watch the crowd disperse |
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The worst |
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I'm plantin' C-4 on your hearse |
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Comin' suicide and kill you again in Hades |
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Make a pact with satan, come back and kill ALL your babies |
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You really wanna ************* with that? |
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Put this chainsaw on you |
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Finish splittin' that ass crack |
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************* |
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I think you better leave it alone |
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You better listen to Jahiem in case you don't make it home |
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(Mother******) |
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I hope you made love to your wife |
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I'll get *************t on my *************, then blood on my knife |
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Escape conviction, ************* goin' to prison |
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Break in your house and fill your wife's mouth with ******m |
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I had an unholy baptism |
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Now I need a young and an old priest to perform the Exorcism |
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I feed off these negative things |
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I take fake thug MCs and make them *************s sing |
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So I'll play Nas and you play Hova |
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I hope you +Got Yourself A Gun+ before you try to +Takeover+ |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled] |
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*************s is illin' |
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We the real villains |
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What more can you say, we're shots peelin' |
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That's what you get (BOOM) |
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You got it? Good |
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And I hope you understood |
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[Verse Three] [Lord Digga] |
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This ain't my universe, see I ain't from here |
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I'm just makin' a space for all my apes to come here |
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We're the most feared, that sample that can't get cleared |
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Stay droppin' science, yours is weird |
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Seize your vessel like Blackbird |
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I'm takin' your *************p |
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I'm the coast God |
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I spotted you from the coast guard |
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The get away car |
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Not playin' with a full deck of cards |
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Your freestyle don't work, you're scared |
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We inhibit you *************s, from actin' hard |
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Never place bets on the odds |
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Bust nuts and wads |
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The Intrepid, *************s can't Dodge |
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The lyrical pig, I spit lard |
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I'm like a Blood and a Crip |
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Impossible to ************* with |
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Stick you for your budget |
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Men-aged with your mom and chick, they loved it |
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They told me my Bone was Thuggish |
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If you ain't garbage you rubbish |
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I hit the road with heat, stash the luggage |
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Your bull*************t lyrics, I ain't tryin' to love it |
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You're on some fake thug *************t, y'all ain't rugged |
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I'm |
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Killin' your style, no remains recovered |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled] |
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*************s is illin' |
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We the real villains |
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What more can you say, we're shots peelin' |
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That's what you get (BOOM) |
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You got it? Good |
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And I hope you understood |
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[Verse Four] [Majik Most] |
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You wanna Get Large? Get charred with your face scared |
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Lookin' like a cartoon can of discharge |
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You'll be bon voyage, better pray to your god |
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When I travel over your body in a Pope Mobile |
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Majik makes you wanna tote that steel |
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You're so ******' scared I'm like, "What's the deal?!" |
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I'll shoot your hat off, like saloons in the west |
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*************, I'm the captain, harpoon in your chest |
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You fi*************n' for beef? |
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Get your tackle box |
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Sell more records in Europe, than David Hasselhoff |
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Roastin' your Britney Spears tassels off |
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I'll knock a Jewish man's noggin' off and yell "Mazel Tov!" |
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Your skin will peel off while I'm eatin' rice pilaf |
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Pissin' me off? Oh my God you're soft! |
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And I'm flippin' more than Tipper Gore when I'm gettin' raw |
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Rip my *************rt off, Skeleton swellin' your whore |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled] |
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*************s is illin' |
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We the real villains |
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What more can you say, we're shots peelin' |
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That's what you get (BOOM) |
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You got it? Good |
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And I hope you understood |
