| Allah U Akbar, everybody just be calm
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| That’s the word passed down from the Emonh
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| It came from the Qu’ran, it can’t be wrong
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| It’s only measure, the time, the God’s eons
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| So I suggest you follow Allah way
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| Or turn into a bitch, inside the jungle’s of raw way
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| That’s what the Lord say, you ain’t ready for that
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| You better bring a bulletproof and machete for that
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| And nobody wanna be there
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| They stick you with 30 motherfuckers, up in the tare
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| Now it’s back to the topic at hand, I’m rockin’ya fam
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| And fight against the army with a rock in my hand
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| A glock in my hand, divide ya body into two parts
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| And change ya entire theories of God by spittin’two darts
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| But I just wanna people to build
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| And did Emadma Hussein, know that he would be killed?
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| We comin’for blood (in the name of Allah)
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| We comin’for blood (and we ain’t playin’with ya’ll)
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| We comin’for blood (we destroy and rebuild)
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| We comin’for blood (if you ain’t loyal, you killed)
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| I got a vice grip on the mic, spittin’my shit
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| My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits
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| Easily split ya wig, with the flick of a wrist
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| Send the block, ya body’s grindin’you, and to the abyss
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| But that’s some, sick shit, I only do when I trip
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| Or when I’m, til them motherfuckers runnin’they lip
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| That’s when I, start the procedure, of body beatin’you into a seizure
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| Your crew is standing there staring lookin’like non believers
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| I felt 'em standing and staring that’s when I pulled the heater
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| My ratchet cookin’these faggots, I make 'em all see the
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| Fact of the matter is, the cue don’t back down
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| This ain’t no slap down, you gettin’clapped clown
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| So don’t be runnin’around, talkin’all this and that
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| That’s female shit, type of shit that get you trapped
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| Into a dark corner, rope pullin’on ya Tried to escape, hear shots, left ya ass a goner
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| I’m ready to blackout, crippler crossface tap-out
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| Comin’through the fuckin’door with the gats out
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| Let the blood rain down and drippin’ya skin
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| Let the slug hit ya crown and rip up ya limbs
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| I’m the illest fuckin’rapper alive
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| Give me 16 shots, I can crack you in five
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| I have to survive, have to get my money and shine
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| Have to get everything that I used to promise my mom
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| I gotta do it for everyone that I promised something
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| So everyone who thought I wouldn’t be alive or something
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| Come on money, that’s some cold shit, wishin’me dead
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| So I beat in their mid-section, til they pissin’in red |