| Everybody gotta get they shine on, you know?
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| Yeah, my nigga Gooch, fuck ya’ll bitch ass niggas want
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| On the productions, T.M.I., what up No Smiles?
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| Aiyo. |
| scream on all ya’ll muthafuckas, Smiles what up nigga?
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| 9th Prism, uh-huh, scream on 'em
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| Life is a gamble, we scramble for dollars
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| Real niggas holla, my snub nose’ll pop ya collar
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| I burn hotter than lava, Granddaddy Flow saga
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| You ain’t promised tomorrow
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| Aiyo, target practice, street hazardous
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| Sleep with the AK underneath the mattress
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| I’m not a shorty rhyming, I’m more like designing
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| Bullets blow ya spine in, fine wines and blue diamonds
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| Grenade in white, gold shining, murder he wrote
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| Once my lyrics slit his throat, notes float against the coast
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| Niggas turn spook like the holy ghost
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| I ain’t hopping on no bandwagon, The Last Dragon
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| Granddaddy Flow assassin, bury them all
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| From the latest to the greatest
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| Dancing on the stair, aiyo, they got me on they hatelist
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| Contagious with mad faces, yo, life is like a deck of cards
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| And I’m playing for all aces
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| Aiyo, my mind is killing machine that flows like a guillotine
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| To the extreme, shines like an infered beam
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| Cuz I’m Lord of the Rings, bulletproof blue jeans
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| Valor jackets, tephlon money green looking mean
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| In case you wanna get hype, young Bloods and Crips
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| Want they stripes, give 'em a reason, put a bullet in ya windpipe
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| My gun hold, sixteen strikes, that’ll keep the crowd motivating all night
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| Til the break of light, 4th Disciple, keep the clubs right, I’m cooler than cool
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| Iller than ill, born to be, realer than real
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| Everything I say you feel, like hot lead from blue steel
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| Niggas lose strategy, your majesty, the warrior’s tragedy
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| Lyrical casualties
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| Turn any spot into the block, sipping the rock
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| Twisting the bop, one leg on the wall, watching for cops
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| Invaders, brick wall, elevators major men
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| Persuaded in a one night stand, according to plans
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| My joint don’t jam, oil a nozzle
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| Goggle a bottle, half an inch, here, take a swallow
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| Sneak in the Apollo with the gift of gab, no ride
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| Gotta hitch a cab, on the blid-ock, pitching a slab
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| This pisces, mixed in an ocean with red crabs
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| In the gym practice the left jab, you pussy ass
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| Your gun don’t blast, muthafucka, we pull fast ones
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| Make fast ones, Stapleton grandson, the older crowd
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| Taught me to teach the new breed, sip brew, twist weed
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| Twirl twigs, Tommy Two-Times
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| Twist twinkle sticks, wiggle wiggle, I got gift
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| Like Kris Kringle, top dollar, nigga, fucking holla |