| Newest reason you should lock your door
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| More knock outs than Rocky 4
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| Gun got me cocky more
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| Used to wild now I’m lower than a hockey score
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| You’re not raw, that’s a front more than papi’s store
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| Get sucker punched trying to watch your step
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| Think you’re sweet? |
| Heat melt through your chocolate chest
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| Weed help stress
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| I’ll Spock ya neck
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| The hottest MC that wasn’t shot to death
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| Let go of that bullshit brother
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| Before I convert from covert and full clip dump ya
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| Slump a dude like bad posture
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| Mag’s a monster
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| Drag and stomp ya
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| Everybody tough till I run up in they concert
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| Do a bid, go broke, rob a nigga, then I pump like a Mausberg
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| It’s A Vicious Cycle, without the Reef album
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| Oral surgeon, knock him out, knock some teeth out him
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| It’s my last shot
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| Don’t want to shoot nobody
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| I wasn’t planning on it
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| It ain’t my planet, I just landed on it
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| Stand enormous as the Island I was stranded on it
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| Wasn’t eatin' so I jammed him for it
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| Now a days, middle age is 13 or so
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| I stay smoked out so others don’t seem as slow
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| Raise six shooters, but not six year olds
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| Rats didn’t have to snitch, half the shit the pictures show
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| Ayo, me plus a mic equal damage do the math son
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| I fuck up more little white kids than Michael Jackson
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| It’s a wrap son
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| I don’t know why you workin' on a new record
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| Nobody copped the last one
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| You in the past son
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| I’m on to bigger things
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| This ain’t the league for me
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| He’s onto bigger rings
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| A nigga brings his best every rhyme
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| No change, still drops jewels with every shinin'
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| Inventive with every rhyme, bring life to the track
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| Write raps with a knife in my back, I like it like that
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| Inspires greatness, mind state in higher places
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| Find my placement where ever the state of grace is
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| Guard will gate it
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| Heart is jaded
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| Took my hatred for the game and turn my hand into aces
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| Many faces get burned into pavement |