| Rap style Russell Crowe, get trapped, hustle flow
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| Pitch haze, puffing dro, switchblade cut your clothes
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| Bitch-made switched to a fucking ghost
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| Spit rage? |
| page, big gauge blowing off
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| Insane quart of Henny to the brain
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| Alcohol ease the pain in the rain purple rain
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| Verbal game downright murder man
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| Verbally murdering everything you ever heard me in Or heard me on, word is born
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| Every song molotov, drop bombs, big shots going off
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| Haul em off, all my dogs bark and bite kid, call em off
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| Call me your General, lead the charge over raw
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| We the squad, bootcamp entourage
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| Kevlars, camouflage, Smith and Wesson on the chron
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| Timb chucker, friend been gutter, been thugging, been bout bucks
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| Been gun-bucking
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| Bullets flying through the sky, gun shots everywhere
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| Duck down, duck down
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| You a’ight? |
| The coast clear
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| Shells shatter your chest, just a casualty of war
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| We salute and stand firm ready to get it on Bullets flying through the sky, gun shots everywhere
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| Duck down, duck down
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| You a’ight? |
| The coast clear
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| Shells shatter your chest, just a casualty of war
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| We salute and stand firm ready to get it on Smoke, early bird from LaGuardia
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| If I got to go any further than Miami I’m charging you
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| Be on deck and ready when I land, no cowboy shit, stick to the plan
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| I want cash in the bag, just hundreds of doves
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| I know what it weighs like when I pick it up
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| I’m a duffel bag boy, that’s coordinated
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| ? |
| coupe back and upgrade her
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| I get dough (get dough) with Black Snow (Black Snow)
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| When I start to run low then I get more
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| I’m no? |
| nigga so that means I’m loyal
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| Don’t fuck with them Alphabet boys at all
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| It’s not in my tradition to be snitching
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| I watch from the sky box when I ain’t pitching
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| I’m something like a boss and a worker
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| I give the order then? |
| to come murk you |