| Shoot first that’s the motto
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| So I hit one of you n****s with a hollow
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| Ridin' through OC smokin' Gelato
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| PJ out of the bottle, got a hundred bags from Pablo
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| And they came with the shipment
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| Move the la but my dog had the cane in the kitchen
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| Think it’s a game n***a listen
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| Sticks on the back seat and they came with extensions
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| We used to slang loose cracks shoot at us n***a we shoot back
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| Get your wig blew back for 22 stacks
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| It ain’t shit to get one of my young n****s to do that
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| Your baby mama house sprayed up with the new Mac
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| Move back, you don’t want an issue
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| You don’t want them n****s to come and get you, and they’ll 100 clip you
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| Send a savage that’s 21 to get you
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| Wavin' the stick everything in the drum will hit you
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| (Remo Conscious)
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| Each spin around the sun
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| We pen another planet, pages weigh a ton
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| We keep ‘em on the run
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| Words like bullets, spinnin' from a gun
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| Each spin around the sun
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| We pen another planet, the universe drums
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| Galaxies on our tongues
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| Souls in a cipher, spinnin' round the sun
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| (Remo Conscious)
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| The dope is potent, the dopest poet page soaked in
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| Blood, breath, and poem I’m the spoken word Volcan
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| Not boastin' just honest, my sonnets raise the dead ones
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| Sonics from the speakers right and left ones, live from Oakland
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| No sun, just shadow, the black lung Shogun
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| Sword showman stacking heads on my blade like a totem
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| Bionic with phonics Steve Austin flow Golden-
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| Era of the real back mumble cats get broken
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| I spit oceans, these others swallow, hear them chokin'
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| On my words, while at the same time quotin'
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| Bravado of these youngsters got me laughing, no jokin'
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| Not knowing I will throw them out the booth, Hulk Holgan
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| No holding, these bars, molten-
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| Lava, melting steel like 9−11−01
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| Floating on these waves showboatin' while gloatin'
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| At these rappers who ain’t living, they just IG postin'
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| (Planet Asia)
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| Runnin' shoe rebel, Ruger in the Chevy heavy metal
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| Was soon to be a legend in the ghetto
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| Fun crushing the untouchable Mafia raised
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| Rachet, rockiest chain ask about me comin' through to cop them thangs
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| B*****s never curve us, real n***a mighty for sure
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| I’m highly secure cause snitches make me nervous
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| It’s a good time to be with the shit, watch a crook shine
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| I book time to knock your favorite rapper from the top of the list
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| So when you mention me, just make sure
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| You mention that my bag is the most fiery in the dispensary
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| Diadora jumpsuit giant
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| Mix the burr with the flower and fry it and roll the stew into the science
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| Marble floor mansions, heaven on earth expansion
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| Eye of the third splashin' every herb in an orderly fashion
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| My infinite thought pattern is limitless
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| Y’all 85 dumb def and blinded by the primitive, it’s the God |