| I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
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| Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
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| The undisputed, I’m never ever diluted or polluted
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| You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it’s deep rooted
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| I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
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| For underestimatin as I’m cre-atin the butter
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| Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I’m droppin
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| I’m wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit
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| Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out
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| I’m wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
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| Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
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| And get ya shit bust? |
| I turn ya faggots into mush
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| Ya slippin, I’m grippin microphones real tight
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| Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night
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| Deliver messages, the prophecy’s in me
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| His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be
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| (Say what?)
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| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
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| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
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| I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects
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| Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
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| Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques
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| He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque
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| You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons
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| Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising
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| You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
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| Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet
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| I’m on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas
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| Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers
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| I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live
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| I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
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| Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch
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| What? |
| Drama! |
| You can’t believe how I deliver bomb shit
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| Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick
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| You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict
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| Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics
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| Found his ol' Earth’s burner underneath the mattress
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| Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress
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| I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it’s done
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| And dick ya down in front of everyone
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| Bitch niggas ain’t got no type of reason
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| To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season
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| I’m freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out’cha rectum
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| Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum
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| I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat
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| Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that
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| Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs
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| Lay that motherfucker’s shit down, nigga resign
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| Don’t lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine
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| You never hear a nigga like me, never in time
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| I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip
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| I can’t believe you niggas forgot who rip shit
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| It’s '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks
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| I’m breakin shit aside ya doctor’s can’t fix
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| Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves
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| I’m bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose
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| With the blues light my fuse, allow me
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| To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be
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| My technique’s superb when I’m pissin on these herbs
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| Crystal clear so you can hear every word
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| Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
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| I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it
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| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
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| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
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| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
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| I blow it, I make it hot! |