| One more game
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| Yo, uh huh uh huh
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| Staar
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| Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer
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| Hip-hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
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| You get skidawed, undertakin' undergrounders
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| This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger
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| Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause
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| Niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours
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| Is it all, fair in love with war
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| Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
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| Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
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| My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature
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| Low and these niggas love to hate ya
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| Request the henney straight no chaser
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| Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya
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| Now gimme yours
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| Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
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| Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
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| (Allah punk) I’m hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ
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| Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon
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| (Verbs I gather well) ??? |
| data shells
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| My squad camoflauge your wealth
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| Like the bible with parabels
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| With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data
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| That’ll tickle you now, but sway you later
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| On this one call me Lee Major
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| Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic
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| Still not a player, I just fuck alot the panty raider
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| Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager
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| Stankin' ass
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| Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet
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| You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it
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| Bet if I pull my gun I’m gon' squeeze
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| I’m startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees
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| I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
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| Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
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| Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental
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| Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it’s just that simple
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| You better come with your best gun
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| Niggas be holdin', it’s all war no fun
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| Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
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| My squads down for whatever with whoever now
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| Let’s get it on
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| Best to come with your best gun
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| Niggas be rollin', it’s all war no fun
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| Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now
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| My squads down for whatever with whoever now
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| Let’s get it on
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| Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth Glock
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| We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got
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| Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps
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| Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets
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| This raw rebel got more metal than pop
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| And rock groups, when my Glock shoots the scores settled
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| A ground attack, I’m bound to clap rounds of rap
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| Clowns are found flat, face down around the map
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| Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five
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| The size oh two nines combine, can’t even tickle mine
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| I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump
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| Body in the trunk, stay in line punk
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| Fuck wit me and mine
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| Yo
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| You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you
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| Never go against my team, they might embarrass you
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| Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed
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| Put your hands up, I’mma put a hole in your paws
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| Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro
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| Two choices, bass off or either die slow
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| We all scholars when it’s time to clean a dirty dollar
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| Attack the boards, it’s like a rotweiler
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| Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher
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| These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from
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| The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder
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| Here come the lightning now I’m strikin' back at niggas bitin'
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| Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction
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| Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin'
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| Suckin' away from bustin'
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| Yall brothers laugh now and cry later
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| I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega
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| Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass
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| Been burnin' MC’s since cookin' class
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| Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot
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| With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot
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| On each block, I’m the remedy, send them back to me
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| After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok
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| Plus we got a problem with the Benz
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| (What's the problem with the Benz)
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| She want the six-hundred, but she ain’t got the ends
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| You better come with your best gun
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| Niggas be holdin', it’s all war no fun
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| Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
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| My squads down for whatever with whoever now
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| Let’s get it on |