| How you wanna handle this? |
| Man, we straight bust
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| About to let these fools know it ain’t no fucking with us
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| How you wanna handle this? |
| High cappers get 30
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| Mess around and pull a move and get your fucking back dirty
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| I insert words to blood spurt, making your dome hurt
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| Weak rappers run up to K and get did like homework
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| Fools attracted to my verses be molesting my style
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| Fucking my flows they Beyoncé from Destiny’s Child
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| I got two more murders left, I plan to use fast
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| One for that rhyme you said, the other for your ass
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| Inject skill like drug overdoses when I diss ‘em
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| He ain’t smoke but they still found cocaine up in his system
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| I’m the last man standing when the right hand’s landing
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| To get to you I’ll steal a bike and bunny hop the Grand Canyon
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| I ain’t got to use my brain, you’ll still get swept up
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| I can outthink most of these rappers with my left nut
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| Wanna diss K-Rino, your rap career will be a short one
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| You using your third eye but I’m already on my forth one
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| The people be running to see me wreck a dumb trick
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| Like a fast nut when I start them bastards come quick
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| How you wanna handle this? |
| Man, we straight bust
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| About to let these fools know it ain’t no fucking with us
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| How you wanna handle this? |
| We’re damn sure represented
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| If you ain’t true to the game don’t even hop your ass up in it |