| The K made the brotherly hit I be enhancing
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| The predator editor wigsplita like Manson
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| Who wanna see if they can bang with me?
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| Ya’ll people ain’t got enough D-O-E
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| As sure as a thousand grams equals a key
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| I be the all metro from the E-A-S-T
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| You got a pistol and scared to pull
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| Your zig-zagging I’m hittin with a barrage of bullets
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| My technique freaks when I speak
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| I do phenomenal feats with astronomical beats
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| I’m certified insane
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| My vocab will stab any rapper in the brain
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| (Hey player what you workin with?)
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| I got four broads they all wanna get hit
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| Plus a fifth of Remy a quarter pound of good shit
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| We off the K’s crib time to split
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| I got a shorty in my scope I’m brown like dope
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| Coming back like good coke I smoke til I choke
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| The pimp with the walk and the talk
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| Cartel from New Jers well connected in New York
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| Freaks I like to fool em punks I like to tool em
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| Before I roll my dice you know a player gotta school em
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| Streetwise dramatical lyrically mathematical
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| I’m mentally equipped I’m in a cage combatical |
| When I stack cream chickens attract like magnets
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| Plus brothers be open and only hit by fragments
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| Of platinum shrapnel I consume the whole room
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| A coliseum I’m turning the joints into my museum
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| Your more mad cos I rated well planned
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| It’s the rap scene was puzzled cos I hit em full blast
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| I got a concept that everybody know
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| Its all about the money and shows so here we go
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| I’ve been official from day 1 I’m stacking my bank son
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| I make the joints for the killers that spray guns
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| And all the shorties running game acting naughty
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| Taking rookies for their stock in every city and every block
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| The stage is set for me to rock
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| Quick sound check the street sweepers on cock
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| Crabs like to test the stretch
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| I got the pearl handled .45 and camouflage vest
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| Stop, think cop a cold drink
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| Kick it with a freak but do your dirt on the sneak
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| Why? |
| Groupies like to tell mad lies
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| Loot is on your mind and I can see it in your eye
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| You ain’t said nothing slick yo
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| You used to play the dime roll now your sweating KNO
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| Cos a player got bagged an shit |
| Ripping up shit and we refuse to quit |