| Through out ugliness my team there with me
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| It’s all Lovie Smith my team bare with me
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| You know my team bare with me
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| You know COB is the best
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| Kenny is a beast, so niggas is whatever
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| You touchscreen niggas y’all sensitive to pressure
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| My flow switches like the weather vicious with the letters
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| I’m murder on top of sheets every written is a stretcher
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| No deputy but step to me if you want the heat
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| Low key so they can’t detect if I’m on the street
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| If you want the purp step into my office sir
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| We can even share if you wanna chief
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| But if there’s no loot in it I ain’t gonna speak
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| ‘Cause I hustle while you’re under cover I ain’t gonna sleep
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| While I’m still making references to police like a racist cop
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| Niggas scared when I’m on the beat
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| This is COB and we the four quarters
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| Serving the whole world that’s why they call us world order
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| Worse than man slaughter mix horseshoes with slaughter house
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| That equals a horse man slaughter
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| You know of none of me I dare devils to stunt on me
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| Underneath the front seat’s where the gun’ll be when I hunt MCs
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| Upon the sheets I cut your wife like sunny D
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| I mean OJ my notes are doper than a hundred keys
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| My gun a blame them, and them I’m gonna squeeze that random
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| Give you the holy ghost I see shots to your phantom
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| Brawl styles I work the beat like a cop, bitch
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| Long Beach ask Snoop about this COB shit
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| Through out ugliness my team there with me
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| It’s all Lovie Smith my team bare with me
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| You know my team bare with me
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| You know COB is the best
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| Holy crap, I spit holy crap
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| What a nigga know about that
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| I spit biblical shit
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| Turn pricks into dead homie tats
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| Then I go brapp whoever tattoo you on they back
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| So your name can’t live on
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| Then I’m rocking the holy golie mask
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| It’s metaphor, metamorphosis
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| Reservoirs, headless horsemen shit
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| I severed the heads of the four horsemen
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| With a forth battle swordsmanship
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| The predator will teleport towards you
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| To let the hells war comence
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| This is the portrait of war
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| My height is several stories more elite
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| My mind is the thirteen level floor
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| Can’t find it
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| It never more exists, it’s missin'
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| I call the eagle desert storm, listen
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| Sayonara, shots are flying saucers
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| Get it? |
| you didn’t know I was with that business
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| Like a silent partner
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| Iceman, I got howitzer aim
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| You can’t even see how high my calibres ranked
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| COB yeah we tower the game
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| If you mad at the higher ups than we the tower to blame
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| And no matter which direction you rerouting your plane
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| ‘Cause we got rocket launchers that keep cowards away
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| Red beam throughout your face
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| Leave without a trace is like government fund you when I’m rubbing
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| Leave your mid section 8
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| If you thinking 'bout taking my narcotics
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| I’mma stick your arm socket
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| With a sharp object your hearts clouded
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| Yeah, sonnin' you rappers no Maury show
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| Just 'cause you sniff powder don’t mean you can’t absorb the blow
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| Through out ugliness my team there with me
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| It’s all Lovie Smith my team bare with me
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| You know my team bare with me
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| You know COB is the best
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| My team in the building before everybody liked contractors
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| I stand by my words, perfect up my lines, line backup
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| You lyin' bastards is nigh factors
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| The nine fracture, you spyin' to nine fractions
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| You can run but you’re not faster
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| Get hollow chips my gun ring that’s the call of duty
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| Put in between you two on your gay ass then call you Rudy
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| Young Julius, look how I’m styling my veins
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| Bitches love me like Ryan Reynolds, but I’m wilder than Van
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| My niggas get paid with the arms
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| Try to stop me you would get picked in the arm
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| You motherfucker should be waiting your turn
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| If you don’t have money that ain’t my concern
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| I put it down like I finish with it
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| You bitches enough, my dick is in it
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| You niggas don’t know how to throw games
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| I’m in the mouth off in the pitchin' |