| Rumble, they gon' take yo' face off
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| Spirit of a lion describes my soul
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| Give it up to Zion then my fire grows
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| Wishing of a riot inside my lobe
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| Am I trippin'? |
| It’s the highest when I fight my foes!
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| Bip, I’ma hit 'em with this, you 'bout to get yo' ass kicked
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| My technique is so sick, I’m 'bout to make the hit quick
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| Whole lotta muscle (Chea) you don’t wanna be in a tussle (Chea)
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| Better than me? |
| That’s rubble
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| You want trouble? |
| What’s up though? |
| (Chea)
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| Feelings hot to kill a top gorilla
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| Drop and kneel to pops, I grilled the opp
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| For real, ya clock, it yield and stop
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| Ya will is shot, the deal was knock ya 'til ya plop
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| I got the hell comin' yo way (Cha)
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| You softer than a thing of Yoplait
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| Never comptitive with the better kid, I go cray
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| Gonna be deaded because I fed it to the Mo' graves (Chea)
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| When you wake up in that wet blood
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| Ain’t no way you 'bout to get up
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| How you know that I taxed yo' ass?
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| 'Cause you got the motherfuckin' check stub (Rrr)
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| Always gonna have to pay cost
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| When you steppin' in my way, boss
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| When I build steel and you stay soft
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| You’re gonna punk out when we face off! |