| Up north for the county, I’m rowdy as the records was
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| Blue vodka, hate me but respect the buzz
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| Who shot ya? |
| That’s a question that’s for anyone
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| It took my homies getting to respect the gun
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| Pushing thirty like Derrike Cope pit crew
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| See the tree addiction how we stick dudes
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| Branched off same state that the Roots from
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| Same hate as Jena Six, swing from a noose hung
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| My discussion nothing short of disgusting
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| Accordingly snuff em then I’m in the court for concussions
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| I’m harder to get than a quarter through customs
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| Get accustomed to adjustments or adoption by abduction
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| I was illegal before man knew
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| Had that handle with little Jamal and his man too
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| Mag attracts his rivals backs
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| I ain’t from DC homie but I’m liable to snap
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| You want it gullier than this?
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| Stuck guzzling the fifth
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| Get a skully and a clip, start humble then we flip
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| We do, we incite a riot in here
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| My dude, we incite a riot in here
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| You want it gullier than this?
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| Stuck guzzling the fifth
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| Get a skully and a clip, start humble then we flip
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| We do, we incite a riot in here
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| My dude, we incite a riot in here
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| Hip hop ain’t dead, yo it’s right in my stomach
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| I’m someone you’ll never see like a lifer in public
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| Breathe slow, believe show
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| Cause we so beast mode we de-bo to be broke
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| We the dough without knots
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| Hitting Harlem spots, kick doors and take a jar
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| Don’t get at me, let it be, not a gangster
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| But lose my temper quicker than a set of keys
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| Peel like lettuce leaves, deal with pedigrees
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| Feel my felonies in each verse I set em free
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| Bound to blow like a chickenhead tied up
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| Lyrically sticking flicking
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| Sicker than five months until my time is up
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| Five hoes without raw, picking the nines up
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| Victims get sized up, listen then wise up
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| Get your motherfucking throat slit with your spine cut |