| Deadly rhymes, here’s the solution
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| Smoke you so bad, I’m a shoot till your kuf' spin
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| Scoops more loops than nooses in a looney bin
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| Send the men with white suits in with in 'em
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| Stab and stab the limbs with a blue pen
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| Rages straitjacket taser the bastard
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| Basket-case with hazardous
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| You grab the mace to spray out a pathway
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| You pass the, nurse hurt in a black wig
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| Jack Nicholson crackpot, listen to crackpots
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| Whip with a fifth on the back block
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| You got rocked but didn’t know how to act, doc
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| Nothin' but dimes bendin' over for the back shot
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| Some tight white chicks lick on my black cock
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| Main squeeze got dead up in the padlock
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| Stand clear, the real assassin’s here
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| I’m the man upstairs that drank too many beers
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| Cheers from the sideline, hookers on the hotline
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| I’m on that corner, slingin' rocks and tryin' to stop mine
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| Red and blue lights, bitch addict for the night
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| I gotta take flight or else they’re gonna find that white
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| Substance that lights crack pipes at night
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| Fiends in the PJs fightin' for three nights
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| Plus I’m tight
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| Source gave me three mics
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| That’s one magazine bitch in the whole clip, riiight?
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| Pop-off master, lyrical ambassador
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| Point-blank comma, gimme space like NASA
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| Ghetto bastard with a rapture, what happened?
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| Make you play the wall like plaster, die faster
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| Yo G, I gave you sixteen, put it on a triple-beam
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| Break the pound up, bring the money back to Queens
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| It’s a demo, my road to the riches is truly marvelous
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| Like KGR, bad to the bone, now who’s the pharmacist?
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| But dominance, common, autonomous, droppin' the novelist
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| 'Nuff said: take 'em to war, crews be robbin' this
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| It’s nothin' to me, the edge of sanity’s a damn shame
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| Time to represent for the brothers, we on a campaign
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| Trilogy of terror, number one with a bullet
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| I’m blowin' up in the world, you motherfuckers couldn’t
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| Put money in the bank if I’m wanted dead or alive
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| I’m losin' weight like an elephant died
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| On the road to riches
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| Listen, the mission is that I’m still rappin'
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| Hot tracks, deliver the plaques
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| Shit is real platinum
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| I brings it back, it’s the cat with the hard-right checks
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| The ladies love me cause I talk like sex
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| I be the innovator with the greater data
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| Skip defibrillators send the bill to haters to pay it
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| So I’m a see ya later
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| Fuck waitin', I’m God, not Satan
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| Stop hatin', shots sprayin', I’m not playin'
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| Start prayin', my heart’s racin' like Scarface’s
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| In car chases, I’m Skywalkin' and Darth Vadin'
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| Ghost ridin', toast hidin' with cold iron
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| You’re two-two'in', I’m three-poundin' and four-fivin'
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| Bad bitches, I’m mad, bitches, you had riches
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| I clap bitches,, this is the rap Hitler
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| Crack giver to fiends, that’s why I stack figures
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| That nigga is me, Hennessey black liquor
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| Drunk drivin' and blunt rollin', the gun’s stolen
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| Put a hole in your chest until your lung’s swollen
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| The young legend, son’s reppin' with one weapon
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| To kill you with no answers and no questions
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| No videos, no dances and no sessions
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| I be makin' shit happen, I’m so destined
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| Underground superhero, Emperor Nero
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| Roman graffiti, tag my name on Colosseum murals
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| Slick lines, puro, peso, a few Euros
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| Y’all bitch niggas got cleavage like two zeros
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| Wankstas talkin' Bobby DeNiro, but sweet like churros
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| I be comin' in Latinas
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| Like donkey show burros
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| Blurro
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| Keep them bottles poppin'
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| Hip hop Mickey Thompson
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| B-boy exclusive
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| The reptilian side of my brain contains the venom of Medusa’s
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| I’m out here grindin', Bobby Brown’s jaw
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| Two state bids, I’m down by law
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| Tell them crackers in the blue suits everything Biggie said
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| Prove it’s bulletproof: milli to the head
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| My occupation: live like a billionaire
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| Fuck like a porn star and drink like a sports bar
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| Yo G, fold 'em
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| Copy the suits outta Goldman’s
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| Shooters on the roof, suede on the shoe
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| Queens, that’s where death do us
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| Same place, fiend face’ll get left blue-ish
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| Countin' money on the deck
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| Recoupin' the sex, shoop on the set
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| Fuck around put the to your neck
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| Duck on the table, spin it like the barrel
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| Share it with the family, born to be a pharaoh
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| Straight sick wit' it, need quarantine |
| Young prime time, pull corner schemes
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| Snap fingers for the waiter, time for ordering
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| Small flowers in the garden need a watering
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| Writin' rhymes with my daughter and my son present
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| Ginger ale, marijuana lung resin
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| Flushing, Queens, Dominican, a diner
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| Posse goin' in, treat it like vagina
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| Mutilate the beat like a bear mutilating meat
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| Shoot you with a .38 in the face, to lick the bleed
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| Lacerate, never procrastinate with beef
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| Decapitate any rapper that hate on the thieves
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| Please, I’m more street than your whole fleet
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| Police lock you up, you’re fucked till your asshole bleeds
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| Plus some chubby Clubber Lang-lookin' motherfucker named Bubba
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| Gang-bangin' you with no rubber
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| You bleed like hemo', chop you like Premo
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| Pop your mop-top off, emo like you got chemo
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| Blast a burner like Dillinger, brown Derringer
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| Vern Schillinger, brain hemorrage’ll
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| Turn to gelatin, bird skeleton
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| Charcoal black, melanin
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| Spermin' in Helen Keller women
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| Schizophrenic with the most elegant etiquette
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| Till I flip like a predicate felon
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| Somebody get a medic |