| I’m hazardous
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| Homie, we don’t play around
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| I’m hazardous
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| I don’t fuck around, do what I tell ya
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| I’m hazardous
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| Crazy, violent, times of the…
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| I’m hazardous
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| Homie, we don’t play around
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| I’m in your vision, I’m the first stop giving you intuition, listen
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| I’m the premonition, enter your system
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| Fission, I’m in your bloodstream
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| I’m in the kitchen, chillin', I’m like a thug’s dream
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| Massive addiction, power me is convicious
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| For the cream, I seem to be always in conditions
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| Going deep is religion, my rituals and traditions
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| Homie, I’m just a menace, get written for a sentence
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| From all the judges and cynics
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| Find me up in the back of the club in the drug appendix
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| Only here for the lifted
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| In the air that you’re sniffin', smoke and inhale the difference
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| I’m the pill that they popping, that needle injecting sickness
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| Feel the fire I harness
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| I burn your soul with that pure, ready to harvest
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| I’m the proof in the product
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| Study by green professor so I enter the college and slums
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| And where the garbage is, point me to where the target is
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| You’ll feel marvelous
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| I’m hazardous
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| Homie, we don’t play around
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| I’m hazardous
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| I don’t fuck around, do what I tell ya
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| I’m hazardous
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| Crazy, violent, times of the…
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| I’m hazardous
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| Homie, we don’t play around
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| It’s the Toxic Avenger
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| Body parts shredded in a Cuisinart blender
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| Seasoned art vendor, build a beat, it parts Jenga
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| You sick turpentine and keep his feet on a credenza
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| Sunday morning funnies with a bowl full of Frankenberries
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| Dope engine, dirty syringe all in your capillaries
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| I am a magician, I am Amazing Larry
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| I made a steak from your heart, it tasted of cake and berry
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| (Ooh, that’s sweet!) Hurt my teeth, now I got cavities
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| Cut open the Duracell, sip the juice straight out of the battery
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| Feed me beats, your boy lost his marbles
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| Mr. Cheeks Jamaican dance on a face with the cleats
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| Jacket made of flesh, got the blood on my leather Chuckers
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| (Ahem) Clear my throat then I spit the phlegm in the muckus
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| Turn a party to ruckus
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| Limbs that been severed, they get discarded, a buck is
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| Split apart all the ducats
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| What!
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| I’m hazardous
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| Homie, we don’t play around
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| I’m hazardous
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| I don’t fuck around, do what I tell ya
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| I’m hazardous
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| Crazy, violent, times of the…
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| I’m hazardous
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| Homie, we don’t play around |