| So I can freak it today, tomorrow see to the wind
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| I be sly as a fox to get props, forget cops and any other type of pit stops
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| And that’ll have to be the way the ball bounce
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| When I announce I’m a kilo and you’re an ounce
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| You can’t step to this because I’m certified
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| You better hide or it’ll be a homicide
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| It’s Da Youngstas jacking ya better recognize to the fact
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| That we can rip up any track
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| Other crews talk but they don’t want none
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| They know they get done
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| So now they on the run
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| Ease up Oc
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| I got the Glock, cock
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| Listen to me rock
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| Cause down is how it’s lock
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| Cause we can go on and on till the clock stops
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| And be out for mad props
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| Mad props is what I be out for
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| Mad props as soon as I hit the door
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| «How ya like me now? |
| I’m getting busier»
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| Peep the technique, I’m no joke loc
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| I’m so dope, you just awoke, I blow you out like smoke, nigga
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| How could you figure that I’m a wack MC?
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| But I’ma tell you right now that I’m the best MC
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| On the mic when I strike at 12:00 a vampire
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| Rap retire, I’m setting crews on fire
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| So listen up to the rhymes I drop
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| As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock
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| Shock the ground like volt of lightening
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| It’s frightening, the type of rhymes I be writing
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| Exciting, when I pick up the mic and start reciting
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| You take a hike like a Viking
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| Taj Mahal
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| Won’t stall of fall
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| Ready to brawl
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| I’m solid like a brick wall
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| So listen up to the words I say cause I spray
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| (What?)
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| Rhymes like an AK
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| I’m creeping while your sorry butt’s sleeping
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| Don’t sweat the technique, I’m grim reaping
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| 1−2, I’m coming for you, it’s the Q
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| To the 3−4, ayo kids lock your door
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| So many brothers wanna act hard and dress mean
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| To me yo, you ain’t nothing but a drag queen, fiend
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| Leaning with your little hard dream
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| Well you can’t rep because I’m rolling with my Philly team
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| You wanna rumble?
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| Well you can get crumble
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| I didn’t mumble
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| What’s wrong, now you’re humble
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| Mad props is what I be out for
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| You won’t score whenever Q-Ball gets raw
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| I be seeing suckers disappear in thin air
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| Hiding there, duck here, jump there, one here, jump over there
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| But I don’t wanna 'em to leave I want 'em to see what’s happening
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| When I finish rapping similar to capping |