| The roof go back like it’s vintage
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| The young boy’s back to burn your village, the fire touching the ceiling burn
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| What’s God willing when HOVA retired?
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| Now he back, guess he got some competition on his hands
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| Who is that? |
| I… am…
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| K-Dot, I’m claustrophobic don’t put me in the box with you niggas
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| You can’t categorize me
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| I’m already convinced that I’m the hottest nigga out
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| Any comments? |
| I thought so
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| You niggas is gassed up like ALCO
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| Scared to play Madden on All-Pro
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| Step your game up
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| I’m here to fuck up niggas' barcodes
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| SoundScan’ll never read your albums again (whoo!)
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| I take 99.9% of your fans
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| The last one left is your moms (and she even iffy about you…)
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| Ain’t nothing gifted about you
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| Put a bullet in you, tell a doctor get it up out you
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| I’m 'bout to, send him right there, he shark food
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| Piranhas is coming I put beat on you rap dudes
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| I don’t wait on you rap dudes
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| Nigga NASA couldn’t reach my altitude
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| Sky’s the limit, and your body ain’t airborne…
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| Is it? |
| Are you?
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| My real niggas, once again it’s on
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| 'Til we load the ammo and drop the bomb
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| I kick up destruction and when I’m done
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| My city blow them horns, it sounds like…
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| WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!!!
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| When they blow dem horns I’m coming
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| Torch in hand-- yes, I’m running
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| I told you Rock, I like red too
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| But you gotta kill these niggas out the blue
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| They don’t see it coming
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| Who ain’t a part of the family tree
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| Dude like Paul Bunyan, axe about him
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| We travel like an ant colony, you can’t count us
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| Sip Henny 'til my throat drown
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| New Benz, No Malice
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| Count money 'til our hands get calloused
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| 40 caliber in the Cavalier, welcome to Los
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| Angeles, you might leave with bandages
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| Real life, no mannequin
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| You pull out, no panicking, you better shoot
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| Or have something fall on your rooftop, no raindrops
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| I’m talking 'bout gold bullets and black suits
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| No magician, no magic, POOF
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| Closed casket fatal attraction
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| Son 3 hit you like John Paxson, I ain’t bullshitting
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| Them veterans been loved 'em
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| Talk about bars I got a life sentence of 'em
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| And I’m just like spitting cousin, ciao
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| No man get the best of him
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| The way I see, why rap?
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| I’m just wasting my breath
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| Y’all don’t hear me
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| I’m just chasing my death
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| It’s all over, the end’s here so I’m pacing my steps
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| Try not to recollect what I know
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| These pregnant quotes meaning, they give life like semen
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| Be the reason my heart’s bleeding
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| I’m coughing up blood in my palms as I recite the book of Psalms
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| Over a slow clap and kick drum, wis-dom
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| The application of your knowledge is me
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| Pay your tuition, this verse is like a college degree
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| Y’all don’t hear me, y’all feel me like a doomsday prophet
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| When I’m focused, nothing under the moon can stop me
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| I leave you off the Earth’s surface, that’s what you get
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| For trying to test my patience like nurses
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| This ain’t a verse this is a Kennedy curse
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| Put your brain on your lady’s purses, you niggas’s crazy |