| Skills to kill
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| And fill a hole, we roll deep
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| Wit a frown that’s down
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| Low in the meddle of jeep beats
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| So i’m makin a point
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| Not stickin butts or blunts
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| But the terminator x And the rhythm he cuts
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| Figure this bigger brother
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| Gonna trigger the track
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| No i ain’t country
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| And my name ain’t zack
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| Step the fuck back
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| Take a look at the racks
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| My world is a ghetto full of tapes and wax
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| Cd’s they only double the tax
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| And makin money money
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| New york city to lax
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| Tell the suckers suckers
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| Never ever relax
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| I’m kickin in cold facts so true
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| It feels like i’m livin in a zoo
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| Sayin i’m down like psycho
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| Wheres my rifle? |
| right though
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| I ain’t michael, yo I ain’t sittin on the dock of the bay
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| Wastin time in a crime wit a nine
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| Rather find another brutal rhyme
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| It’s us verses, i put it all in verses
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| If the sound reverses
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| I pump it up wit curses
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| Fuck sittin in the back of the bus
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| But don’t front what we lack
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| We got it loaded in a back pack
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| See they can do it to a man
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| But wit men suckers semi
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| Think that shit before they come again
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| No science to the wild senile
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| Slackin cause he packin like a Runaway child yeah
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| Would i ever try to sever, hell no Never would work if the
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| Rhyme wasn’t clever
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| Wild in an isle
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| Stackin high from the floor tile
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| Back in the rack, where the rap never seen a What i gonna wanna do…
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| Feels like i’m livin in a zoo
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| I don’t know where i’m at Heres a track
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| I try to duck duck
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| Those 3 bullets in the back
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| Top 40
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| Ignore me Sooooo
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| I him em in the hood
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| Until it feel good
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| But i’m all right though
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| I wanna fight crazy dirty
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| It’s not a matter of skills
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| But a battle of wills
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| Pow the stick up go the quicker the picker up Trigga eenie meanie
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| Wit the gatt that so fat
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| Brrap bap bap cop dilla in a 16 wheeler
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| They call me over the phone
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| Che-che-checkin me out
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| Takin my time
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| To find a brother droppin dime
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| Once again it’s on In the paint, and i ain’t givin up No props to the game
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| And it stops in the name of the hip hop
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| Reign and the pain got me goin
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| Goddamn wont they even pull a Bullet on a pop jam |