| Oh you think you a demon? |
| Satan sent me
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| Blaze a fifty cap plain and simply
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| Infrared dots pause they have em' hickeys
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| In the Mozzy though De Blasio
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| I changed the city
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| Timberland gave me so much heat they think its Missy
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| I don’t clown with trolls
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| Got crowd control my name Liddy
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| I say Papoose Papoose
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| They say it with me, uh
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| Crazy creatures and easy Jesus I’m staying pissy
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| You’re a clown to cheer
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| The gun sit back when that thing is empty
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| They don’t want me to shine spit the ugliest lines
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| I was the king of New York
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| Now the whole country is mine
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| Knowledge is food for thought I just crunch it and grind
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| With the teeth of my brain I got the hungriest mind
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| First they said I was finished then I flood it with rhymes
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| Now they say he got better damn this must be his prime
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| You can’t kill Papoose man that brotha’s divine
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| Because I was born dead they should have brought me a shrine
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| Hating me is your choice if you love me its fine
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| But you owe me respect and I’m coming for mine
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| They said I don’t support em'
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| But that’s funny though Slime
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| Support goes both ways
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| You never brung be a dime
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| Gun in my pants I’ll be tool tucking
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| These tough talking niggas talk a good one but they ain’t gon' do nothing
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| You acting like you want to prove something
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| When I got it on me I never hesitated to boom something
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| You scared to walk alone well you bugging
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| You don’t never want to go to the club unless your goons coming
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| We choke niggas coming through frontin'
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| I put more niggas in a yoke than eggs I keep a few dozen
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| I grew up in the Brooklyn zoo hustling
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| I’m a fire breathing dragon for real straight out the truth dungeon
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| My lady love me I’m a cool husband
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| We rent the whole damn hotel what when we in the room fuckin'
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| Talk tough catch em' in traffic make them guys crash
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| On your block toast in the air that’s a wine glass
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| Told my shooters you seem the niggas? |
| Let the nine blast
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| Gave em' the gun without looking I threw a blind pass
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| Execs gon' sign nice niggas rather sign trash
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| Break both his arms fuck it he got a signed cast
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| Put you behind so many bars when my mind spazz
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| You gon' have to do exercise to make the time pass
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| City hate you now I promise they love you later
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| Should have worked in the stock market
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| You always was a traitor
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| Deny what you said about me I knew you was a faker
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| Cause man you would have never denied it if you was a gangster |