| Tweet baby, Tweet baby
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| (Esham) N-A-T-A-S Will never die forever I fly
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| U-n-h-o-l-y sing another wicket lullaby
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| When I kick it bitches know they bite it, want to murder my
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| Style’s been terror in the aisles don’t question why
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| Thunder falls from the sky when the demons cry
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| Suicidal when I bust the demonic recital
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| I main murder your idol, Mc. |
| homocidal
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| Finished him off and flew away with your title
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| I think you best be going and read your Holy Bible
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| Before you get bloody from my shotgun rifle
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| (Mastamind) Now you see me, now you don’t
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| Never could be touched, hit you with the football with the rush
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| Silence of your ass make you all hush
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| You gotta brawl with us to stall us, we call y’all bluff
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| (bitch) I’m the man, king of the land
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| I feel the wind and the rain and the lightning from my hand
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| Join the odyssey, deep as the goddess of the sea
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| Natas, probably the gods of the streets
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| N-A-T-A-S will never die,
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| Forever I fly
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| Masta M-i-n-d sing another wicket lullabye
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| When I kick it bitches know they bite want to murder my
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| Styles been terror in the aisles don’t question why
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| (T-N-T) My AK shots bust loud at night
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| I run up on the stage and I’m grabbing the mic
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| I be the one that bust your dome with the chrome until your g’s all roam
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| Like your cell phone burning up your ozone
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| The microphone, prone to get blown, for real it’s on
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| I rock a stadium, a dome
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| My advice to you is don’t play me when alone
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| Cause N-A-T-A-S will never die and this is known
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| N-A-T-A-S will never die, forever I fly
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| They tell me T-N-T kick another wicket lullabye
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| When I kick it bitches know they bite it want to murder my
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| Styles been terror in the aisles don’t question
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| Why why why why why why why why |