| Holla at your boy, boy holla at your boy
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| Fuckin' Black Milk aka the real McCoy
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| Realest nigga flowin I flow like a freakazoid
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| Yea there go them boys who pull out them bigger toys
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| With a limp, limp these bitches start following
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| I’m a pimp, pimp I sweep off my collar and
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| Hoes hollering they think it’s a hologram
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| After I done fuckin' did her I ain’t fuckin' with her
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| Bang the MP I’m a beast up on the beats
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| Niggas askin me dog how much for them beats
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| For them tracks seems them niggas is crack feens
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| I’m a pusher man just call me a pusher man
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| Just like the beats I studied the flow quicker
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| I know I’m sicker with it I can murder all you niggas
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| I’m talkin mad shit like I’m boxin with a
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| Couple dollars I’m gettin a little cocky with it
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| Slow it down youngster that’s what they tellin me
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| Still gotta rep the D so the whole town love ya
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| So the whole town love ya
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| It’s so raw, told ya’ll
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| Have the whole world like «oh my God»
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| Niggas is runnin around like «oh my Lord»
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| It’s insane, my nigga, just move on
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| This the part of the song where I put the flow down
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| And niggas look around like what he can do now
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| I’m sick middle name yup flu bound
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| Got soldiers we all hunt one, two now
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| Hut, give me, give me artillery round up
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| Niggas, duck, duck when them artillery rounds come
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| And I ain’t playin I ain’t sayin they can’t rhyme but
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| Them niggas can’t do the? |
| or the sound cause
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| I’m to hard for em I’m to far fetched
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| Ahead of these niggas the rhyme stay heartless
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| So please don’t be a target
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| Spit those dogs kinda sharp get it all over your garmets
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| When the bombs hit get all over your armor
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| No your not harder more like a massage nigga
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| Black new on the beats sound like Vietnams in it
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| If you wanna swim with the sharks u get tossed with em
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| You know your boy had to come kill it
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| Put your money up if you know someone iller |