| And they think they know you
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| Till one day they show you
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| So no matter what they say I go hard
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| And they think it’s over, but it’s never over
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| 'cause soon as you think I’m down I go hard
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| Get up it’s that bitch card, been here before
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| But don’t ever let them see you on the ground
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| Dues, what you gotta pay, and people see you gotta say
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| So don’t ever let them see you on the ground
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| Yeah ya’ll, hey ya’ll
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| Dangerous thoughts mind of a militia
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| Bottles of the one fifty poured over twisters
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| Broken bones the pillars, Staten Island’s the illest
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| The biggest land fillers we creep like caterpillars
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| Love razors, dirty guns with a few bodies
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| Teach niggas how to walk again from the fucking shotty
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| Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
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| My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation
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| Dust bags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
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| Go down smooth and steady blowin' the green deadly
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| And weed pops isolator of hash bricks
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| Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix
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| We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove
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| Got bread from back in the days that’s growing some more
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| 2Pac's back, my Glock’s fat
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| After the guns smoke you’re screaming ‘where my block at?'
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| I go hard like Listerine on bacteria
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| Hulk so hard he got the power to avenger her
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| I go hard, herbal tea, kidney cleanser
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| I go hard LA Dwight Howard
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| Lungs pounding hard too much smoke in the chimney
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| Fire plus iron evaporates the enemy
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| Jason Statham mechanic all mechanically
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| Right about now I can really use some Hennessy
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| I go hard like you never thought I could
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| One swing with the hammer the nails in the wood
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| My iron fist is so ridiculous
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| Forever, continuous, venomous and dangerous |