| Yo, it’s the M.A.S.T.E.R
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| P, that’s me nigga, Agallah
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| Lean a fool, when the god squeeze the tool
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| Set it off on a midget, the Kareem Abdul Jabbar pah
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| Sean a star, without the necklace
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| Catch a rapper slipping, his ass is breakfast
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| Tech-tacular, top technician, when the tech spit
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| With reckless abandon my blammer when this tech click
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| Y’all niggas bozos, juggling bowling pins
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| Nigga I’m fo-fo thugging, holding gems
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| Drop jewels, put them back on my neck
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| My chain vanglorious, Professor X
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| Wintertime shoot-outs, holding your goose down
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| Throw you over the roof, who got the juice now?
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| Yeah, Sean Price (yeah!) is the truth now
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| The baddest motherfucker that you heard in the booth now, P!
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| Survival my rivals the latest arrivals
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| Surprise in the eyes of an idol
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| When I’m toting them hollows
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| I got 'em I spot 'em I rock 'em
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| His soul will just fall to the bottom
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| I watch 'em I blast 'em I pop 'em I won’t give him an option
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| His sinister side is definitely riding
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| I’m wilding I’m stacking I’m styling
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| And all of the homies is violent
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| Denying you dying, you lying you get hit with the iron
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| You think that I’m flying the way that these lyrics is rhyming
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| This shit I’m designing it’s gotta be diamond
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| I’m in, a state of mind to get a whole lot of dollars
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| Doing the knowledge the fact that you lyrically garbage
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| I’m a lyrical problem ready to revolve 'em and solve 'em
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| Spark 'em and lark 'em and park 'em and put 'em in coffins
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| Keep doing the talking and I’ll shoot them like Christopher Walken
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| And since I was semen fighting the demons that evil was bought
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| Truly yours the boss just speaking his thoughts
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| The King of New York |