| Murder capital, rap Philly’s a new city
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| Sharpened crease on the Dickies for the new yiddy
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| New fitty on the top pops move with me
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| New pair I never seen, drop two-fifty
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| Nigga cruise with me, I move fast now
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| I spit rapid fire past the cloud
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| Blast em out, massive style, beware of the space shuttle
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| Bathing apes won’t help me escape the jungle
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| I bet? |
| I can dump and kill
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| Fuck bills but believe every month is real
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| I’m the type that can live for the day
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| So if I borrow tomorrow that’s the price a nigga gotta pay
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| I treat hard days like a holiday
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| So holla back, I’mma holla when the sky is grey
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| For life I’mma rap till my dying day
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| My mind spray, my nine spray
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| It’s time to divide the men from boys
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| Who speak the truth, who’s the real McCoy?
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| Who locks shit down? |
| Who paid their dues?
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| Who got them heaters like you say you do?
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| It’s time to divide the men from boys
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| Who speak the truth, who’s the real McCoy?
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| Who locks shit down? |
| Who paid their dues?
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| Who got them heaters like you say you do?
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| Yo we moving on, there’s no blood, no ashes
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| We still brothers, ain’t nothing gonna pass us
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| We ain’t on the same level or bracket
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| Take a few shots of Hen just to settle the savage
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| Nigga the new album is a gift, got a curse
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| You’s a bitch with a switch, lipstick, got a purse
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| Have em all praise Crypt, let em sing out at church
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| Or I might have to bring out the hearse
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| For what it’s worth I’m not a blood, not a crip, I don’t play no turf
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| I wreak havoc worldwide try to claim this earth
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| OS for life nigga, Plan’s my ace
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| Doing a lifetime bid, no plans to escape
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| Y’all act like women, I’ll slap you in the face
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| Pimp slap you like a bitch and let it come from the waist
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| So don’t go there, the show there, I slow there
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| Suffocate you faggot rappers, no air
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| It’s time to divide the men from boys
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| Who speak the truth, who’s the real McCoy?
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| Who locks shit down? |
| Who paid their dues?
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| Who got them heaters like you say you do?
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| It’s time to divide the men from boys
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| Who speak the truth, who’s the real McCoy?
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| Who locks shit down? |
| Who paid their dues?
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| Who got them heaters like you say you do? |