| Out of the dark we came to light it up
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| Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
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| Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
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| Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck
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| Verse 1 Tru Trilla
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| I leave no survivors, flow molten lava
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| Who the best from Newark to Budapest you a liar
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| I rip your poster
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| Piss on your stage burn your flyer
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| We’ll fly through your car window, shoot out the tyres
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| You ain’t hot dog, no papaya
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| You’re boxed off like a flat top
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| Chopped up like crack rock
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| Bagged up in my stash spot
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| Flow dangerous, we a lock out tag
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| Short upper cut will shock you
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| You get knocked out fast
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| Shot the fuck up, cos your ass hopped out last
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| You got the smartest mouth
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| The dumbest one in the class, scared to read out loud
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| Cos everybody’ll laugh, that shit trash
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| Hook 2 — Tru Trilla
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| Out of the dark we came to light it up
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| Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
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| Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
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| Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck
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| Verse 2 — Fly Kwa
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| It’s kinda funny some niggas grow they stay the same
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| I’m blowin' smoke in a new V when I’m changin' lanes
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| Niggas talk a good game they some sore losers
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| 050 the drug that they all usin'
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| Gotta push it in the hood the money is comin'
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| If it’s beef it’s beef, if it’s nothin' it’s nothin'
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| I turn nothin into somethin with some hustles baby
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| All in the south war goin' fuckin' crazy
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| Young niggas as well, and they got em choppers
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| Who the fuck you gonna call, Ras Baraka
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| We them street soldiers, don’t wanna war with Kwa
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| We’ll have your whole house surrounded like the warrant squad
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| Hook 3 Tru Trilla
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| Out of the dark we came to light it up
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| Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
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| Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
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| Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck
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| Verse 3 — Prince Ak
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| They lost in the dark I call it private
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| The game too dim we can’t alight it
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| Gems we spit got ‘em excited
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| Flow yo it’s the tightest, rappers they try and bite it
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| Ask him, he’ll deny it
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| Prince Ak he’s the flyest
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| Genitals riders they on my private
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| My shock is glow Bruce Leroy
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| Heroin bars we’re spittin' d boy
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| We’re the real they the decoy
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| The real definition of a G Boy
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| Yeah they rappin' but they don’t write enough
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| Hear the shit that they spittin' but they ain’t as tight as us
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| Hook 4 Tru Trilla
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| Out of the dark we came to light it up
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| Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
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| Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
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| Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck |