| This is the trip
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| The best part I really really like
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| Yeah, I’m proud to be a part of this number, ha ha ha
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| Ayo, Kali, kill 'em
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| Kali baby
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| Know we claim we insane, seeing Strange do the same thing
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| Drain the main vein on mainstream, they plain Janes
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| Tell 'em wake it off, tell 'em knock it off (mine, mine)
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| Tell 'em if they penciling to pick 'em off (like the primetime)
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| Coming out the middle is the reason we done took so long
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| Give 'em just a little when they d-d-do it to my song
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| I’ll make you do a song, sick it to you a song
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| Fluids keep movin' in the middle with pillows they chewing on
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| Other rappers ain’t compatible, they be fallible
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| If you wanna challenge me — battle me, better saddle up
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| I whoop 'em out of love, seal it by pittlin' pattlin'
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| Tittle and tattle 'em, rattle 'em 'til they had enough
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| And like old liquor Kali can speak easy, be easy
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| If I lick her Kali can freak easy, yo breezy
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| Little shitter and I can pee-ee on MCs
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| And if they differ from me they can eat me in season
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| Ah huh, I’m ripping my mouth off
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| And niggas that mouth off, I’m taking they top off
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| I’m the dope and you are the drop-off
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| My niggas are not soft, the ignorants pop off, hot sauce
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| I’m coming from the land of the barbie
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| Where niggas’ll off me if I don’t give 'em my car keys
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| Better not start me, pick up a clip in a heartbeat
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| Sit in the star seat, I get to killing 'em softly
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| W-W-Why you gotta do it on me on the ch-ch-choppers
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| When I did it in the beginning, I hit it on it
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| Just the type of me to show 'em
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| I’ma c-c-c-c-continue put 'em in a blender but I spit-ed on it
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| See they be shaking the fact
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| Put a snake into the record for the sake of the bat (Kali!)
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| Or maybe stay where ya at
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| 'Cause it’s safer than racing for paper you may never have (Kali!)
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| That Krizz cray
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| Better yet call me Kali baby
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| Really deliver any kind of way
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| I slowed it down to make it easier to say
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| Totally awesome dude
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| I’m a predator and y’all some food
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| Better if I was offin' you
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| From up here it’s a pretty damn awesome view
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| And a moment of silence, we just lost a few, shh…
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| Ah huh, bring it back now
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| You already know the outcome
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| How 'bout turnin' up the volume
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| And watch me kill shit
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| You already know what I’m talking 'bout
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| If you don’t understand the words that’s coming out my mouth
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| Then watch me kill shit
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| Twista
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| They call me Mr. Malevolent
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| With a style to show that I’m another pistol that’s elegant
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| Kaliko to cut the throat of me, no controllin' me
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| Nickin' every syllable that’s strong enough to lift up an elephant, ahh
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| I can sense that you’re as soft as a moccasin
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| I can send niggas at you and have 'em take away your oxygen
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| I could then murder you in another dimension
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| Of diabolical proportions as I find a portal and lock 'em in
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| Eat the key up then re-up, I’m gone
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| See the way that I re-up, a G up, I’m on
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| Now I’mma hang my feet up from Reeboks, it’s on
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| Nigga this ain’t a game, put your Wii up, I’m grown
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| I’m general militia and you be feelin' every person
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| Though everybody can spit it
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| But we still’ll very pack so much artillery, we are like a military
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| Ain’t no tellin' how many bodies we 'bout to kill and bury
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| Gimme the block then I’mma ball, because I be tippin'
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| Spending the money when I’m in the mall, I try to be different
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| Different kinda clothes, other kinda shoes
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| When the hoes see the swag
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| They be askin' if they can come and kick it
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| Shorty what you talkin' 'bout?
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| Just get your homies and come with it
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| I’m over here gettin' throwed up in the limousine
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| Now I got a drunken fast flow
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| But it don’t matter I can still blow the whole party to smithereens
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| Splittin' words in the middle like Kali-
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| Ko, we killin' 'em 'cause you put together a team
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| As if you was Pat Riley 'cause ain’t nobody compara-
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| Ble to us if you want it then you know what it mean
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| Twista
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| You already know the outcome
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| How 'bout turnin' up the volume
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| And watch me kill shit
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| You already know what I’m talking 'bout
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| If you don’t understand the words that’s coming out my mouth
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| Then watch me kill shit
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| A. Yay-Yay-Yay-Yay-Yates
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| You don’t know the handle then you a day late |
| Death and destruction — it is they fate
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| 'Cause when I get up on a track, it’ll be like wait
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| Sick 'em the lip and get to flippin', you be the victim
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| And I’ma pick 'em off, fix 'em with a quick and I’ma knock the vision off of
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| niggas
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| No living, giving or iggin' on the rigorous, look at this
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| Will somebody look at this? |
| I be killing it
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| Put up or shut up, get up, be cut up, it’s animosity
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| Foot in ya gut up, bullet for colors, I’m an atrocity, wicked
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| I wretch around, I wrench it off and rip it
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| I’d rather be red and ready than running with the rigits
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| Don’t be stupid, if you got a minute better run away
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| You better jump or slump in mucus, never gonna put the gun away
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| You better back up off of me or get it, admit it
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| I’m killing off everybody and then it’s acquitted
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| And we knocking, he stopping, never can beat the cleverness
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| She jocking, me cocking, coming to get the head of the chula
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| I shoot her because of lots a gouda
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| That dude’ll be foolery, because I shocked the ruler
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| Ay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay yank 'em
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| When he thinking he better than N9na I gotta spank him
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| Shank him with the thang
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| For thinking they will come and give up the game
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| We hang the really bane in my sanctum
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| They don’t really wanna see me
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| Tecca N9na eating your whole supper like ziti
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| When I get to going, I smoke a nigga like a beedi
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| I’m leaving 'em all dead, lips blacker than Miss Celie!
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| You already know the outcome
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| How 'bout turnin' up the volume
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| And watch me kill shit
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| You already know what I’m talking 'bout
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| If you don’t understand the words that’s coming out my mouth
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| Then watch me kill shit |