| Yeah… muhfucka!
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| It’s Celph muthafuckin' Titled
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| M-o-t-i-v-e and Southpaw
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| What up, baby?
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| Muthafuckin' Demigodz
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| Muthafuckin' Doe Rakers
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| This how the fuck we get down
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| Yeah! |
| Yo…
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| You motherfuckin' right I ain’t dead yet, I’m back with a vengeance
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| Keep rappers on they toes every time I make an entrance
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| Who is it? |
| Celph Titled and Motive, two soldiers from the 'godz
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| With four-fifths, that’d throw your kids off the edge of a snow cliff
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| And fuck banana clips, I’m on some watermelon shit
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| You oughta call it quits, 'cause when the seeds spit, e’ry nigga gettin' hit
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| Come get me, ain’t no alarm system, just grab your arms and rip 'em
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| Blood drippin', paint the Rubix Cuban emblem with 'em
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| A Spanish nigga that’ll vanish niggas out their whole existence
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| Atheists want it with me, and then they go religious
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| I got bitches from your hood researchin' facts on you
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| Catch you at Mac-donalds and put the MAC on you
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| Braat! |
| Bomb you, and put that black bag on you
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| In the freezer, «Cold As Ice», like M.O.P.'s song do
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| So «What you want on your tombstone?», Ain’t no pizza here
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| Fuck with Doe Rakers and you better keep them heaters near
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| (Repeat 3X)
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| «Wile out, fuck niggas up, laugh about it»
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| «Hahahahahaha HA!»
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| «Fuck niggas up»
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| I’m a DR representative, of course I’ma represent
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| It’s evident, this song is hard evidence
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| I’m presentin' my own authentic intellectual methods
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| Of connectin' these raw sentences
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| My style is unperfected yet it’s still a force to be reckoned with
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| This isn’t meant for the feminine, soft, or more sensitive
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| This is for my dogs livin' off the wall, relentlessness
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| That’ll brawl at all costs, whether armed or weaponless
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| And for the record kid, this is beyond questionin'
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| I roll with a venomous squad of all veterans
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| That are never hesitant, not even for a second
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| To storm up in your residence and leave your vital parts and appendages
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| Hemorrhagin' to the point modern medicine couldn’t mend the shit
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| Leavin' your relatives to mourn in your remembrance
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| When it comes to the penmanship, I’m a perfectionist
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| 'Cause hip-hop is the definition of what self-expression is
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| (Repeat 3X)
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| «Wile out, fuck niggas up, laugh about it»
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| «Hahahahahaha HA!»
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| «Fuck niggas up»
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| Yo… I don’t spit it, I live it, that’s what make me so different
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| While y’all mimic, I paint a picture more vivid to help niggas to vision
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| Hatin' me is your decision, if you really listen
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| Understand why people got more faith in me than their religion
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| You can’t deny it, these words is written
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| Best way to describe my lyrics is givin' verbal decision
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| Here’s my prescription for MC’s thinkin' they sickin'
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| Precise spittin' with competition for all mic collision
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| You see I’ve risen, plot to stay in position
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| I’m hot with intentions to lock this shit down at this prison (Yo!)
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| So who with it to get it, thinkin' this gimmick’s by me?
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| I’m in it to have my digits have no limits like Pi
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| It’s Mo', Celph, and Southpaw, no respect for cops' laws
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| Got a hundred grams in the top drawer
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| The Doe Rakers, we not your, the raw we knock off
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| Your funds and them guns, we pop off, nigga
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| (Repeat 3X)
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| «Wile out, fuck niggas up, laugh about it»
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| «Hahahahahaha HA!»
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| «Fuck niggas up» |