| This is tribal
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| Stick his rival, in the mouth with a right blow
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| Then he get this pyro
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| Young punk better lie low somewhere pro’ly up in Cairo
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| With a Bible when a psycho
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| Wanna give a hit a light pole
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| When the knife go with the quickness
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| You so full of bitchness
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| You trip flipping on chicks but a b-boy make him wanna shit bricks
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| This is vicious, everything out yo lips is ficticous, hehe
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| Misses made me mad as Mozzy, huh
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| Man the motive must’ve been made of molly, huh
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| Milla maximize a mess, man, I’m mind of Malcolm X
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| And a martyr man whose mom is Maude
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| Better be cool, I’ma lead you to the B fools that’ll greet you
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| With a blacca, blacca, blacca, leave you
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| In a coffin, often talkin' fecal |