| I fought off dragons with large wings, boxed dragons
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| Dressed as a gladiator, inside God’s ring
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| The hearts of kings were eaten by the beast
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| Their flesh hung from their teeth, my right arm under his feet
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| My left arm pulls the gun, from out of the sheet
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| Blasted his stomach, body tumbled all over the streets
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| I heard trumpets, God hand brought me to my feet
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| My G., we resting five devils over the five boroughs
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| Broke the walls, into the tri-boroughs
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| Going through the ocean floors, going through the walls
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| Going through the malls, we just brawl and brawl and brawl and brawl
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| He went for my Adam’s apple, blood splashing all over the tabernacle
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| Pull out swords, I got saws, he grabbed his gun, then I grabbed gats too
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| Start clapping, he collapsed and look what the mack do
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| We tough in the physical, tough in the spiritual
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| Watch it boy, you get dropped for the ritual
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| I pray to lord, to bless my soul
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| You come too close, our thoughts is cold
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| We’re rough with the AK, so if you not
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| Make way, some of these get murdered
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| We rough with the fo-fo, so what we argue for?
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| Bust mine, somebody get murdered
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| Yo, it’s New York in effect, it’s time to get ill
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| Survival of the fittest, this is shit is for real
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| I’ve been sleeping all day, now I’m finally woke
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| And I selling no crack, and I slinging no dope
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| I’m a frontline nigga, stuck in the grind
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| Yo before I couldn’t see, 'cause I used to be blind
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| Now I’mma smoke weed nigga, rock my shine
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| Lick a shot for The Punisher, and pop my nine
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| A’udhu Billahi Min ash-Shaitan ir-Rajeem
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| Allahu Akbar, caught Don Alon’s fiend
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| Jails can’t hold me, it’s no cure for this
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| I smacked ya’ll devils, outta my myst
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| Take the gun from ya hostler, grab your stick
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| I got a hatred for evil, son, times is hard
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| Can’t destroy my heritage, we the armor of God
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| Lightning bolts hit your face, break your facade
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| Prophets and war mongers, leave you scarred
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| The hell fire gon' come, the fucking Goon Squad
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| «Lit rings»…
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| «Bangin' in yo hood»
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| «See, this the pusha»
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| «Goon's Squad visual, this that.
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| «Fire, fire.»
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| «It's defenitaly still»
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| Yo, my full time criminal mind, in overtime mode
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| Cold blooded, you get your face piece flooded
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| No ifs, ands, buts about it, who bout it bout it?
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| My body banger stay crowded, like rush hour
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| Turn a sweet thing sour, I pack a monster
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| Send shots for ya roster, who wanna trot?
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| Every man wanna go to heaven, but scared to die
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| Revenge I cried, try’nna take the crown from my
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| Head piece, Selassie 'dad, rest in peace
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| Who want peace? |
| Change ya culture to kosher
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| Fucking with me, will have me on the wanted poster
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| Dead or alive, only the illest survive
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| Killa Haile, ride by the law of the land
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| Man to man, hold a steel, hand in hand
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| You over the hill, still too, old to spill
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| I roll for real, black down, dressed to kill
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| Until hell freezes, you better beef with Jesus
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| Like pussy teasers, I get you soakinng wet
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| Nigga fronted on my style, and I broke his neck
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| Run the respect, like I’m standing here with a tech
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| What you expect? |
| Me must stand, the next man
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| The best man will die with his dick in his hand |