| People have told me
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| You have ways of killing without dealing a mob
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| Well so have I
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| Yeah, come on, what’s the deal?
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| Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year blimp
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| Hollow heads is sterilized in paroxide, waiting for you
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| Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne
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| So I can offer you a tummy tuck
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| See your stomach is stapled, it’s on
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| It’s dangerous down my alley, dog
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| It’s like the halls and I’m outy, dog
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| Hear the shanks scratching the gate?
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| See the god Tone standing here for dolo, give you an '89 whooping
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| Leave your body looking like you was raped
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| And don’t ever come at me sideways, hands in your pocket
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| Cuz I will turn to Steven Segal, rip your arm out your socket
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| Ya’ll little niggas watch it, I do this for free
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| Knocking rappers out, trust me, over a clown, I’m not here to make a profit
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| Nigga, if this was the arts, it be the best kung fu
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| And I’m Tone Yao Chin, serving ya’ll wonton soup
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| I do shit like disarm a group, drink a 40 with him
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| And tell ya’ll niggas stay the fuck out my loot
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| My nina, my nine-ah, Medina, marauder
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| Sabrina, discard her, redeem her, for Allah
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| Supreme architecture, the beat spark connector
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| Inject in my serum, infiltrate in your sector
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| Bobby Steels keep steels concealed, be still
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| Leave you fifty shot banana clips with free refils
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| Guns bursting, one person is curtains for certain
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| Most often fill coffins, no nursing or surgeons
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| Is needed, bloods depleated, your body deleted
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| Like unsaved wav files, no way to retrive it
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| Best believe it, frosting the cat
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| I remember that, my moms put gunpowder inside my Similac
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| My brain is untamed, some claim, that’s stunning strangers
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| Cuz of my basement, I keep studios in gun ranges
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| Plus, I got more G’s than Sicily
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| Pizzeria rotisserie, burn MC’s out they misery
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| Aiyo, Ghost, these niggas pussy, mind that take mine
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| I feel you, form on 'em, yeah, I ain’t sharping nothing
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| I put it in they mouth, I have a nigga kiss the nine
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| I be mellow, next minute flip, like I just sniffed a line
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| Ya’ll never commited crimes, your rap line forgery
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| Niggas want war, I invite all cordialy
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| They assed out morally, how they in skinny jeans
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| And never fix they mouth to even fucking go to war with me
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| Oh, that’s how you feel, then handle that accordingly
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| Lay 'em out, bounce before the jake is even on to me
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| Lay back in the crib, your bitch give me orally
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| I don’t want beef, I’m like Pookie, this is caling me
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| I ain’t with that Twitter shit, nigga try to follow me
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| Watch you get hit like the Mega Million lottery
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| I don’t got time to be, playing with you faggots
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| I’mma show you muthafuckas why the call me Havoc, H
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| So, these killings
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| When are they gonna come to an end?
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| Will he ever finish?
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| Probably the next to see, he must find the Lizard
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| You just asked me, when will it end?
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| Hahahahaha, well let me tell you
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| Once an evil deed is done, then it never ends
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| It goes on, and it will go on forever… |