| Cross the line and get’cha face broke it’s simple and plain
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| Twenty years and I ain’t changed my intentions the same
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| So you can’t talk about the game unless you mention my name
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| Yeah, it’s certain people in this world you can’t talk too
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| Some don’t understand until they get they chest walked through
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| A pot-holes in they backs once the mack pops
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| I can’t be destroyed I’m like a airplane’s black box
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| Question is who’s willing to be a sacrifice?
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| So rappers won’t have to pay the price in the afterlife
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| Evacuate the premises; |
| we ain’t goin ask ya twice
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| Walk into a room cracking heads, no more acting nice
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| I stand hard and let em swang came too far to bend it
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| Plus I never needed? |
| viagrace? |
| at a soldered spin is
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| I’m rock-solid, brand new day the same ma-genders
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| I’m mobbed with F.O.I., street hustlers and gangbangers
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| The bridge is burn, the relationships beyond the groovement
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| Devils in power try’na execute the conscience movement
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| But if they try, get’cha heat and bring the thunder down
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| Since day one the realest music been the underground
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| You can’t write me out a history, go read your lesson
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| My essence is too deeply imbedded in the past and the present
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| They want to keep this real music off the station good
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| Less bars, fake radio, cats from coming in the hood (kill em)
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| My regine was established to torture your team
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| I’m leading corpses inside of this corporate machine
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| Commercial, radio ain’t try’na resurrected the dead
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| So kill em all and bring the program direct it’s head
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| See that’s the only way a snake can ever be handled
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| No more meat, no more going through the proper channels
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| Keep stunning, it’ll be your time to take some lead
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| I wish the DJ would ask me to break some bread
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| I got a circle of hot-heads that’ll break ya legs
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| Y’all are kinda of casty pets communicate with feds
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| You don’t control by destiny I got mine in my hand
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| Shoutout to Dre, I wish ya homie I’m try’na get banned
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| Gravity’s stunt on me better hope he last
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| Five lasers I blast with no ski-mask
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| Enter the suffering the end won’t be fast
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| Murder your future and put’cha present in the past
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| Hoping he calm will K-Rino side trippin
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| It’s bottom it’ll get it poppin like grease and fried chicken
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| Undetectable bombs up in your ride diggin
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| The unmistakable sound of a soul five kickin
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| Don’t be around and see em becoming you like Witted
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| Unless you gonna be a follower, follow the right leader
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| Ya still the grand dragon, show ya hand bragging
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| Ninety percent of rappers who riding on band-wagons
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| Wetting objects a man getting in your prophets
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| Quick the foil up when they threaten in ya pockets
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| Acting like you got no remorse for life
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| How you goin exit get pumped by corporate types?
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| You a fraud, living a lie and a facade
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| I’m under the control of no man regard
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| What’s wrong when ya put’cha opportunities on
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| You really gone, anybody try’na do it alone
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| Not a problems that you can so honorable to stand
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| And the people at the shows you can’t count on ya hand
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| Done with no love when a solid hitted fan
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| Spoken to spoke out right follow hit a fan
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| You was arrogant man, never been courted
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| With no respect of those who came before you
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| We can see it an evil side is disagreeable
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| Now people use your shirt to write in yo vehicles
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| Agree the main rights so ya mind will be tight
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| Stop try’na be like fools who try’na be like
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| Everybody who looking for a creative handout
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| Try’na stand in it’s time to stand out |