| Wanna break? |
| Wanna break, break
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| Yo, what ya wanna break, nigga break
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| Break what, nigga, what
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| First rule, ya mistake
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| The phenomenal stomp the Earth are bombin you
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| It’s all my chronicle, particle and rich
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| Over original scripts, begger be choose
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| Let off three shots, be confronted wit the bad news
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| Long as muthafuckas corrupt, infiltrate the state
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| Hit him wit graze, throw an earthquake
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| Yo fraction, I’m settin off a chain reaction
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| That increase, long as muthafuckas bust police
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| Bloodsheed, mutts and gruts
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| The wonder bread buds, a million black muthafucka
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| Head to junk, Devil schemin up plans to plot
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| It’s gettin hot, usin our own, to start the clock
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| Yo, I’m only fightin for what a brother deserve
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| Bein God spreadin the gold, roll up on the reserve
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| Blood, sweat and tears for years yo
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| I’m fed up blown when muthafuckas take it outta they own
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| I watch thru my infrared green vision binocs'
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| Storm in the desert, clever as a fox
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| Bolt, wit measures in the clock, huh
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| Seven stealth bomber nine, helicopt' drop
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| The Gravedigga parachute wit the black roots
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| Fall outta the sky like rain, as the soldier train
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| To take back the Earth, the terrain
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| We overcame fear, now prepare for pain
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| First the soul from the rap world, all of ya villains
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| That taught ya black children, wit rats in they buildin
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| Singin on hydro, squatterin millions
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| Or live up in gold, and fulfillions of killin
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| And of ya plans strick, my hand grips a mic
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| And transmits co-ordinates that float like it on a script
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| Break down ya character flaws, to the masses
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| Burn ya to ashes, and suck you wit acid
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| Yo, I can’t be denied, gots to try
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| Many will die, in the blink of an eye
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| Nigga like me will survive
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| Cannons and guns, gotta overcome the run
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| Gots to chill, set packs of bill
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| Shine my gift, or the uplifted brother that stiff and lost
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| Trynna stear a brother back to cost
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| Ready to try, ready to die
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| Lyrical guns, lyrics fire
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| What, ya outta line, forced wit pen
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| Self defense, whackin the Timbs
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| Strive to survive, but build my strength
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| Finito, stampedro, don’t wanna will a negro
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| Ready to break (Break!)
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| I favor the plot of savin the box
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| Capable cops’ll be the neighborhood watch
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| The stable that spots, estrogen is hot
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| Infested wit vipers and three hots
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| And the cops, yo, my man is snipers
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| Trynna eat right, teach my peeps how to reach light
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| The beast strikes each night, deep under the street light
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| Gotta carry ya heat light, then peep the fight
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| It’s called Armaggedon, cuz of the armor ya gettin
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| Weapon on ya side reppin, carry and hate in ya eyes
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| Steppin in spots, ya hatin these spots
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| Gettin the papers, surprised, so ya snake in the rise
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| Lettin state conive, you end in takin a life
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| Gravediggaz! |
| Eh-oh, ooh-eh
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| Ooh-eh |