| «I take seven emcees, put 'em in a line»
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| «It's simple mathematics»
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| «Grab the mic»
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| «I take seven emcees, put 'em in a line»
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| «It's a number game, but shit don’t add up somehow»
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| Shout out my nigga Pace
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| Knot up a niggas face
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| I play him with a 45 hit 'em with the bass/base
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| The caliber is a bitch like a judge in court when it spits at you
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| Perhaps it’ll hit you with a case
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| Sealin' your fate cause you still a fake
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| Feelin' brave, you’ve been led astray
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| Meditate, homies still will pray
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| On your leather, nigga levitate
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| Talkin' 'bout you in a good space
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| Till the metal put you in a better place
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| Bitch, you only been in two beefs like a set of steak
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| I’m a heavyweight, I ain’t never fake
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| Dedicated my whole career to beef and bitches instead of cake
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| But I still got it
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| 30 still wildin' on you
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| Heard I’m still prolly servin' niggas ill product
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| Real solid niggas will still kill 'bout him
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| Fuck how you feel 'bout him
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| «Next to step up»
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| «Pacewon»
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| «Rock the spot»
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| «It's simple mathematics»
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| «Grab the mic»
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| «2−4-7 and»
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| «Keep it hype»
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| «Next to step up»
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| «Pacewon»
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| «All day in my ear»
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| «Whatever you do»
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| «When you see us next time punk step to the rear»
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| Shout out my nigga Royce
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| If you try to diss him
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| I’ll flip and rip your lips off and kiss my ass with 'em
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| Throw you in a ditch and have you missin', I’m the future
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| Fightin' me is like tryin' to outsmart a computer
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| I knew that any sooner you would shoot her with a brave heart
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| I have you scareder than a kid at night in a graveyard
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| If cats talk smack, I crack they dome
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| And then chain 'em to a wall like in Black Snake Moan
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| Like Muhammad Ali, just do my dance
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| I don’t even need chrome, I use my hands
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| Actin' like Mike in a fight, I start bitin' it
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| I’ll frickin' punch your girl in the face I’m like Ike and 'em
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| Frickin' raise my voice to the top and start riotin'
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| Stress you till your body, it looks like you’re dyin' in
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| Beat me in a battle?
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| The chances are narrow
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| I get love like Cupid shot me in the ass with an arrow
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| Won! |