| Yeah!
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| Recognize muthafuckas
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| Every time a camel wins a camel loses
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| All about the numbers smack niggas off they arses
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| On the block with that raw shit flossin' the fly Porsches
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| For you I’m shoppin' coffins you asleep with the corpses
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| Word is bond the shoes bigger long
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| Fuck with me eradicate whatever set you on
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| I’m a hungry shark in the pond
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| I bite a nigga head til his whole neck is gone
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| Master of Ceremonies shoot us wait it that a phony
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| Recognize muthafucka better act like you know me
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| Shinobi I liv like everybody ow me
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| We’re right up in your section slap the shit out you homies
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| World small on stage you as bond smith
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| Every bar spiff anybody up in trash get they jaw shift
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| Fire I spit like a full fifth
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| A blessing to this Earth bitch I’m God’s gift
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| Yo why is that man dead?
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| Breaks a bottle and slit his fucking tongue
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| The formula is for the moolah
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| I smoke the Buddah as well as any intruders 'cause it’s always war but not
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| maneuver
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| The life ruined I brought bandanas when I shoot you
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| My grandma always told me only butches wear up boozies
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| Just remember there’s a difference between evil rulers and evil-doers
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| Leave you in the sewers 'cause most of these dudes are real losers
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| The streets are pompous and beggars can’t be choosers
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| Rumor is you put numerous bullets in these accusers
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| It’d be a pity of the music industry isn’t soulless
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| Stick to the underground and you might find where its soul is
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| But is his soul his? |
| Just know this is a feeling that loses meaning trying to
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| describe what a soul is
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| The raw focus controlled by unknown forces
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| So you better beware of the wolfpack that roams the forest
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| More or less this is a business that lacks the morals
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| Such inverse through the dark portal and kill those that aren’t mortal
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| Reel Wolf! |