| I’ll never stop
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| If it’s me against a million billion of ya’ll mother fuckers
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| I will never stop
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| I bust six out the roof of my bentley coup
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| Head shots so mother fuckers can’t regroup, can’t recoup
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| I’ll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
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| Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, i’mma make a hit nigga
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| Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga
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| Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
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| Hit me later young, and i’m at the award show
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| Bank account ten digits and it’s all «o's»
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| I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes
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| Come on, you can even ask don juan
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| It’s official now, they all rock sean john
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| Might have to change my name to strong arm
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| You came to get money man?
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| That shit been long gone, come on Have much to do with nigga since nicolas bond
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| Poppin’and choppin’until the day that i’m gone
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| Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
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| Prominent premier, premium bravo
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| Watch him explain ain’t nothin’but blood thug crime though
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| Shots in the spinal, from my rivals
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| Cross the t’s and dot the i’s and
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| Pay the judge, drop the top we’ll mess around
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| Shit, it’s the kid rapper’s feelin'
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| You cowards don’t know? |
| i’d rather be racketeerin’somewhere
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| Bustin’shots in the atmosphere and
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| Not caring, fuckin’the proscecutor at my hearin'
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| Money laundering, honies wondering
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| Who me? |
| i reply casually
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| Come what god would be if he was a straight g Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride
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| Yo yo yo, it’s your hide
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| Grab the rope and yell rawhide
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| Front line is pussy, call off sides
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| I’m focus but my hand is cross-eyed
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| I left my gun home, here borrow mine
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| Pop the nine like a judge «all rise»
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| This gun’ll knock plants off tall guys
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| We value-packs, y’all small fries
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| (yo, i’m from the projects)
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| Yo, but on the floor tied
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| Don’t matter, we’ll take up all size
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| Truly yours doc, then ppp hide, my name is Since five, i talk jive
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| In church dressed in cordoroy ties
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| Now i’m grown up and been married four times
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| Besides, i’m just a sight for soar eyes
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| Brick city, known pop the door wide
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| Stolen bonneville in new york high
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| Reversin’the plot
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| Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
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| If i miss, circlin’the block, servin’the pot
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| And i be the person to watch
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| If your girl missin’the rock, purse and a watch
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| Hot as it gets, from hell came outta you debts
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| Buy the cassette, rewind it to death
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| Alota y’all sweat it, you try to forget
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| How i rock shit from n.y. |
| to tibet
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| You got it to bet? |
| that’s just how you got into debt
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| You lost when you nodded your neck
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| Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect
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| Take the voice that you try to project, check
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| Darin’you to kid, cat shootin’sperm in you wiz
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| I’m why you smell herb in the crib
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| Man i’m out for doubtful, shit i spit a mouthful
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| Indo out-do, intro to outro
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| I’m the hottest thing spittin’so go warn your clique
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| Them niggas y’all look up to is on my dick
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| Sauce motherfuckin’born to hit
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| I get so far up in your ass, think i was on some shit
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| Look, you against me is really nothin’to see
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| Who, when, where, what it’s gon’be
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| I don’t give a fuck if it’s he or she
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| I’m the virgin of hip hop
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| Nobody fuckin’with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga
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| Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga
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| Out of turn speakin', first one leakin'
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| Always the suzuki side kick nigga
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| Bitches don’t cast stones down, they throw bricks
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| Why i come through and tell 'em to blow dick
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| These nigga’s the nicest? |
| no, go fish
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| Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit
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| You’re treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated
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| Observe it from over there, ok Ain’t it obvious we overheated
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| You talkin’that slick shit
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| But i jus’know that you meant me But evidently, you don’t know
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| I get your ass gone permanently
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| It ain’t complex
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| I’ll just bang holes or you’re ablin’to ask who next
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| Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps
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| Come on and get some of our gun craps
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| I’ll straighten out the nigga now
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| When i snap, make your chest cavity collapse
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| When i glide the entire map
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| With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when i eat, i mean i lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, i’m not scared |
| Sucka, you heard what i said
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| If you don’t wanna get dead
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| No it ain’t no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla
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| The mo’scrilla the more real-la, i live to rule
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| Don’t hold me back, you bet
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| How many nigga’s think they fuckin’with mines
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| A nigga god blessed with such an undeniable shine
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| I hope you know there’s nothin’fresher
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| The manifester apply the pressure
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| Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester
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| Now fix your fuckin’face up Empty the chest of drawers before i stretch your jaw
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| Everybody hit the fuckin’floor
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| Only the real mother fuckers belong
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| I hope nigga’s don’t end the party before we finish the song
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| (bitch nigga)
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| You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past
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| When i used to pull spine outcho ass
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| Live nigga’s go stack money, continue to bill shit
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| Long as i’m in this fucker i’m determined to kill shit
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| Zap nigga’s like cellular flips and swell up your lips
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| Fuck with so much dick in their ass it’s shrinkin’her hen house
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| Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger
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| Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas |