| Thats my word
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| It aint safe no more… no more bitch
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| Yo yo
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| Brain is punctured and drained through the nasal
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| Hour of assassination be upon you
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| Moving with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot
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| ? |
| the head in, (not sure of this verse)
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| East remains hot with police
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| But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic
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| Extended clip rewind, bust mine,
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| Anytime you reveal your snake is raising actions
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| Observe the magnetic attraction
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| And its time for some grid…
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| …iron rap, action-packed grudge match
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| Tough act to follow, hard copy novel throw you off the Farasauno
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| We swimmin with these sharks, yo I raked body guard
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| Stamp my initial in your birthmark, P.L.O
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| Plus like a calico, tally ho
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| Black expo, checks in afro, we back yo,
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| Stole-a-mite, crash your wind pipe, with the (right to right?)
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| Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot-out street lights
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| Sight beyond sight, late night, city light
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| Tight like a virgin, merging with my aye-a-like
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| Splergin, dirty to the grain, no detergant
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| Filthy, innocent till I’m proven guilty
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| Submergin, deeper in the lecture I’m servin
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| Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
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| I’m hurtin, your person, I’m certain, its curtains
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| It aint nothing like hip-hop music
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| You like it cause you choose it
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| Most D.J.'s won’t refuse it
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| Alot of sucka M.C.'s misuse it
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| Don’t think that Wu can’t lose it
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| Too much to gain you’ll abuse it
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| The name of the game is rapture
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| This one is completely captured bass
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| Yo
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| I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts
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| Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlov, 9 Glocks
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| Technique your rhyme part machine gun ammo
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| Sporadic flow buckle the foe, intro to outro
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| Galico, throw verse, we slide my dough first
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| I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go beserk
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| >From the Shao burrow, wylin out on the furlow
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| Commando, style thorough, solo inferno
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| It burns slow, thermal nuclear degrees
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| Heads of underseas down to the youngest seeds
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| Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze
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| Hundred G’s for the garden, the fierce stampede
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| >From the die cast, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast
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| Equipped to perform the task
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| S-I-N-Y, and what, had a gut
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| The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust
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| We be the world’s most fabulous, hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous
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| Killas get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets
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| Extravagent,? |
| drop a helicopter high
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| Up into the sky, lines philosiphie ??
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| Watch my pockets ride, to the bottom bus
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| Confide in God and Sin, I trust the villianous
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| Criminal minded killas rust
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| I intend to build a fortifying man,
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| Mastermind vying men, navigate the globe and retire quick
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| Aiyyo fluid rap bend, through a black Veluga black act
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| Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap
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| Slang A-K, national, geographical, mathematical
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| Slide up in your worth casual
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| Night air dog, who wear it all, blouse down to bra
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| All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable
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| Rap mayors, who clap Himalayas pinky fingers
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| Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers
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| Sly-workin, network beserk, mad hurting
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| Killing whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomindales
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| ??, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo
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| Fuck yall niggas carve my ice through my beige window
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| Spazz Spazzola Ola
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| S-I-N-Y 10 304
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| Lock your door
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| Crack your jaws
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| Drop your draws
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| It’s all day everyday with this rap souflee'
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| Muzak… |