| They call us gorillas, we brawlin', you in coffins with killers
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| You at the auction, I’m boss and smokin' cigars at the dealer
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| Nigga I’m iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes and over
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| I’m a cancer nigga no chemo
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| I’m dancin' with satanic people, life is illegal
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| I’m heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through
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| I’m evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn
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| Calm before the storm’s, Katrina nigga I’m drawn
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| Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants
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| Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven
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| I excel with my bredren, giving birth to nuclear weapons
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| I’m shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson
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| I’m close to perfection with rap nigga I’m flawless
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| I’m God’s light, the type to illuminate in the darkness
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| Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plaques
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| The torch is lit, I scorch your clique, nigga I’m back
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| If I ain’t on my grind then I’m high trying to take your cheque
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| I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain’t break a sweat
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| AKs and TECs make 'em vacate a set
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| If he ain’t tryin' to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck
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| You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville
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| Now smell the essence of the L, nigga this is Earth for real
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| Fuck a bitch, I’ll leave a nigga burnt for real
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| Signed to the streets but the judge ain’t served the deal
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| I just turn the wheel, hit a back block
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| And wait for a pussy to creep, give him a back shot
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| Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I’m mangled
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| And I’m about to catch a motherfuckin' homicide
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| This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and this fuckin' high
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| Don’t wanna go away I’m like an addict in his fuckin' prime
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| Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money
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| If there’s tension in the room then you know it’s comin' from me
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| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
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| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
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| This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang
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| Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, quick enough to split your brain
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| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
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| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
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| This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang
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| Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, quick enough to split your brain
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| My rap will give you fucking brain cancer
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| Different question cousin same answer
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| Y’all muh’fuckers made me scrap like I was Kane’s dancer
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| But there’s a method to my madness unusual still
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| They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill
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| We push a lot of everything but it’s usually krill
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| We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed
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| I thought a lot of destiny but it’s truthfully real
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| That could make a warrior like Zeus if he’s truthfully ill
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| I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss
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| Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss (hahaha)
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| It’s Armageddon when I ball up the fist
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| It’s God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift
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| I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick
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| I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick
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| I’m a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit
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| That just attacked you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip (brat brat)
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| Niggas try to hate, we don’t hear the side talk
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| Them loud mouths, gotta hit 'em with the wide hook
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| Barack wants help, all my bodies buy 'em chalk
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| My niggas upstate squared with the fried shock
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| This for y’all wild out when your cell’s cracked
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| You know your time’s short when they trying to send your mail back
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| We catch bodies for the love of the block
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| I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop
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| So while you huggin' model jawns I was huggin' the block
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| One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock (yeah)
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| Say I’m steamed when I’m pullin' a scam quick
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| Ol' Reservoir Dogs, lay your grill on the canvas
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| The flow’s diesel but the game is sour
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| And you’s a pussy, where I’m from that’s the name of a coward
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| So when you get your weight up I’m already in power
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| Who wants war? |
| My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs
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| Hahahahahaha, AOTP!
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| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
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| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
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| This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang (Pistolvanian)
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| Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, quick enough to split your brain
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| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
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| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame (faggot rapper)
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| This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang
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| Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, quick enough to split your brain |