| Drive by
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| Drive by
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| Drive by
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| Drive by
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| Nobody’s safe in the war, I know this, nobody’s safe
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| When I step into the field I can’t see nobody’s face
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| Roll through like a Highlander, call me Wiley MacLeod
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| I tell people who don’t want to see her twerking: 'Listen, Miley’s allowed'
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| If I get called by a worthy opponent then I’m all up for it
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| I’m highly skilled in a battle, that’s why I might push my luck with it
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| Don’t give a fuck with it, like, who’s chucking it?
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| Fill the clip with the lyrics, put the clip into the gun and start bussing it
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| If I ever let a war go it means donny can’t test with the flow
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| Oh no, might get pissed because you never got a shot at a pro
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| To the shit there’s levels, and real like rebels, and I’m one of them
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| I might get called out by amateurs but I don’t know none of them
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| Ready? |
| I’m ready
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| Make a spitter fade out like Blackberry
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| I spay a whole crew of spitters cos I’m that heavy
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| Don’t back out if they start attacking me
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| I tell an MC 'You must prepare for war'
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| Frontline any time they declare war
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| Lyrics in the clip, get ready, no discussing it
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| I put the clip into the gun and start bussing it
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| I drive by on MCs, take shots at them
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| They take shots at me, the whole lot of them
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| I wonder who will bail out on a slick one
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| Cos I’m like thunder when I strike them down on a quick one
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| See, I’ve got an aura, sick one, check it out
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| And the spitters on my team don’t mess about
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| Dons who ain’t ready for the war
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| Then get them out, see them stepping out
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| The others stepping up, you can’t forget about
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| That’s why I put the lyrics in the clip, no bluffing
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| Then I put the clip into the gun and starting bussing |