| One three five
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| I’m screaming in your face but you dont hear me tho
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| Gun shed, Rainbow, Harlem Nights
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| Where’s my niggas at?
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| Smack you in your face, you crazy?
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| Y’all need to leave that crack alone
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| Leave that crack alone
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| Leave that crack alone
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| Leave that crack alone
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| I can’t hear you
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| Y’all niggas is bitch like
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| cant talk your way out cant even fist fight
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| I think you pressed your luck
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| you better watch yourself the lottery’s up Two more cheers then we tip the cup
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| we ending carrers tonight, thats whats up Whats up Eso, yea I called you out
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| its only matters of time before the bitch use out
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| And it’s only matters of time till your teeth fall out
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| When you ran back home you lost your clout, Gimme that
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| You shoulda never started shit
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| now your in the corner with a bandage kit
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| Plus I know your jelouse of Lif
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| thats why he bounced on y’all, y’all 'aint doing it He got with some real cats, thats true to this
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| Now your all black-listed, your ruined it
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| I’m a knock y’all down a level
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| Sort of like when Micheal cast down the devil
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| Sort of like when the earth gets reduced to a peble
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| Sort of like when the goverment defeats the rebel
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| I was there when you begged El to sign you
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| He knew Ox was gonna blow so he didn’t sign you
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| Wooo, I guess the secrets out
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| Mommy they won’t play with us, then go in the house
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| Play time’s over, close your mouth
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| Do all your chores and then you go out
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| The closet, and I think its a walk-in
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| With 7L behind you and he 'aint even talking
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| I heared your beats on ten, they 'aint even thumping
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| Cry now cuase your castles crumbling
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| And if you heared Dirty Mag, you know they fronting
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| You think we care what you did eight years ago
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| oh you were on tour with them and so and so Weathermen, we running this shit
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| Likliest one in the chamber and you running your shit
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| What the fuck |