| Haha, muthafuckas, yeah, muthafuckas
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| We gonna spread ya niggas like Smucker’s
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| Bitch ass niggas… word up, yeah, niggas
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| You thought we left, right?
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| But we ain’t went no muthafucking where
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| Muthafuckas… cuz we don’t -- youknowhatimsaying?
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| Yo, 9th Prince, youknowhatimsaying?
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| Yo tear these niggas up, man
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| Let these niggas know what really time it is and shit
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| Knowhatimean? |
| Let these niggas really fucking know what time it is
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| Break these niggas muthafucking jaws if you have to
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| Knowhatimsaying, son, yo give it to these niggas real raw, son
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| Aiyo, Staten Islanders, rhyme challengers, carry silencers
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| I spit like the snipers, right through the shot
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| Martin Luther King off the banister, lyrical dillinger
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| Came to battle cats, the contender
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| I’m a terrorist, not like P.R., but more like Pablo Escobar
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| And the Al Qaeda squad of Gods, do a drive-by
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| Just because of stupid, I adjusted in a beat up car
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| Take heads like Wallace D. Farad, holy war scriptures
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| Written in my dialogue, digital vocals
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| I’m far from analog, smash you with a Garth Brooks guitar
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| Then blow like M-80's, have my lady, wave the three 80
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| Shatter your glass, on your Maybach Mercedes
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| Poisonous rhyme venom, spark shit like 'ism
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| Still terrorizing, corporation your organisms
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| Aiyo, ya’ll niggas must be really fucking stupid
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| Going up against me, don’t you know, kid
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| I put end to careers, be
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| So who gassed ya’ll? |
| Who put batteries in ya’ll back
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| For ya’ll to step up, to get viciously attacked
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| By this animal, who tears the hearts out of challengers
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| Everyday, everywhere I go, everywhere I be
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| I tear the hearts out of challengers
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| And ya’ll definitely ain’t no different, who the fuck is you?
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| I put one, two, three, four, five, six, plus ten slugs in your muthafucking crew
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| Bitch ass nigga, get slapped nigga
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| Going against my muthafucking style, nigga
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| Cuz I’m straight from Staten Island, where niggas be wilding
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| Killah Hill 10 304, where shit is crazy raw like the meat market
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| Killarmy, we never left
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| We never went nowhere, we still here
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| Niggas, yeah, ya’ll know what time it is
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| Islord, 9th Prince, Beretta 9, P.R. Terrorist
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| Killa Sin, I see you kid, ShoGun Assason
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| 4th Disciple, get ready for the camouflage entourage
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| Yeah… |