| Alright it’s, time to show these niggas who’s the nicest
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| Lyrics incisive, I grip the mic like a vice grip
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| Cooler than ice, what? |
| CREAM flows is priceless
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| Angels of death, nigga watch yo' step cause you might slip
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| I, stay with the hype shit but that’s just me
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| The Elohim, motherfucker I rip this shit for free
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| Stick and flee so my stee' can remain low key, supreme
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| Steam through your team, yeah y’all fools know me
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| I’m triple R rated, I push these herbs to the pavement
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| To put it in terms for laymen, this nigga ain’t playin
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| I’m sayin, I blow up spots with no delayin
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| I slay men then I’m parlayin
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| For all y’all niggas poppin shit watch your step fuck the talkin
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| Little Rock on the motherfuckin scene get to walkin
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| Guns is steady barkin, at them cats who lack
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| Actin like my mac won’t spit holes through your Ac'
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| Or your Lex Land', you sets man far from lethal
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| This Representative will rip ass like Desert Eagles
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| Fuck a sequel, angel of death peep how I greet you
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| Leave you for dead and let the savage niggas eat you
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| Yo boy don’t never, test M.F.C. |
| this ain’t no classroom
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| I blast whomever you better get or catch an ass wound
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| I’m pissed like a bathroom, come test the center, what?
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| I fuck your whole starting five and your bench up, yo
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| Fuck what you been through and the troubles on your mental
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| Test Maldu and you’ll get, sent through a window
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| Cut up like Ginsus, or Technic 1200's
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| Bitch niggas scared, I hear the bubbles in your stomach
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| Waitin for your bowels to move, cause you doodoo
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| Bent up like you OD’d off Ex-Lax and YooHoo
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| I blew through two crews, talkin they garbage
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| Claimin they funky? |
| Maybe true cause you don’t wash
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| M.F.C. |
| Starang Wondah no relation to Stevie
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| Word is Bon Jovi up in here
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| Heltah Skeltah, doin it like this
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| Hardcore, what’s the deal word up
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| Hardcore, far more than the average
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| Niggas tried to bust but they gats get embarassed
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| Sayin that I’m small and belong in a carriage
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| (Sayin what somebody else say) What is niggas, parrots?
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| Word up, my M.F.C. |
| niggas won’t have it, ya hate me?
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| Cause I roll with dots, smokin spliffs under the A. C
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| Niggas be fakin, pullin they guns out they holsters
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| Keep my shit right by my dick like I’m supposed to
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| New Starang, I been this way ever since Eshkoshkah
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| Since my niggas chillin on the roof on the poster
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| Wanna see me, only way you do that is on TV
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| (It's Hardcore) Starang Wondah no relation to Stevie
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| Aiyyo I’m Tall Sean, I got rid of the afro
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| That shit played out like leather jackets with them tassels
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| Plus I splash those assholes who don’t know no better
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| Personal vendetta on this great hunt for cheddar
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| Don’t never, let me catch you actin stupid I’ll clap you
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| Slap you silly until he realize who’s wrathful
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| Hate to make you an example Duke but I have to
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| Represent for my click leave that bitch stiff like a statue
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| Caught between the Rock and the Ruck, it seems you trapped Duke
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| Fuckin with them dirty ass niggas, go take a bath Duke
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| Half-dead, wonderin how the fuck did Ruck trap you
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| My man Hak-tu, got two, informants to trap you
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| Doc Holiday, O.K. |
| Corral, my click be wild
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| Like the muslims gettin ass in the pit, that shit be foul
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| If your shorty strut her ass past me, I got to growl
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| Watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships, and let go blow
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| It’s Doc, alone with my Glock, nice to meet ya
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| If there’s doubts, the cleaner blows out, then I’mma see ya
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| I be a virus up in your ass like gonorrhea
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| Explain the pain I see on your face, or face the fears
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| Chick here, these groupies from somethin be on my bumper
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| If shorty cock her ass in the air, then I gotta hump her
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| Love her, my hunger takes toll I must config
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| God crack your Arm Leg a Leg a Arm, and your Head
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| Motherfucker
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| For real, this is beautiful
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| Word is bond
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| Heltah Skeltah
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| Can we get it? |
| Can we get it?
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| Ohh-eh-ohh, ohhhh oh (repeat 4X)
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| B.C.C., M.F.C., Triple R
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| Fab 5 all that shit bwoy
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| Horseman, boss men, word is bond
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| Drag you off men
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| We ain’t bullshittin, huh
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| My little nigga Hardcore in the house
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| Nigga like four foot two
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| Smack the shit out of you and your crew
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| The fuck you wanna do? |