| I’m fin' to get retro on y’all
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| Kick some of that twenty-fourth street sickness, infect the shit
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| And speed it up like petro on y’all
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| Hot enough to roast meat like a microwave
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| I spit it the pycho way
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| Dedicated to my niggas that fuck, drink and smoke their life away
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| And I’m stuck in zones hazardous
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| Known to cut you deep enough to crush your bones
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| And then I throw that knife away I had to bust
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| Viciously, cannibus got me readily amped up and animus
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| ?? |
| da pity when you discuss me with animosity
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| Enemy tones are disrespectful
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| But my velocity is to swift for you
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| Nigga you ?? |
| step slow, like penny hardaway
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| Injury prone I run up in enemies' homes wit tec’s
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| Ain’t no otha set to do it any harder way
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| Than shootouts at high speed and thigh weed
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| And some nights I might bleed
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| But for life I’mma keep it trunk tight for my G’s
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| You might squeeze a trigger
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| But ain’t no vilence reported
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| I work with silencers when I creep so the restort is distorted
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| My nigga vengeance is MINE
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| Taking my name in vain and it got me sick in the MIND |
| Shaking a gain with pain and when I’m tempt to spit NINES
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| Be insane to change CUZ, fin' to get MINES
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| WHAT, vengeance is MINE
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| Nigga vengeance is MINE
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| You been taking my name in vain and it got me sick in the MIND
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| Shaking gain with pain and when I’m tempt to spit NINES
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| Be in-sane to change CUZ, fin' to get MINE
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| WHAT, vengeance is MINE
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| My degrees is too hot for thermometers
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| I don’t need a heater
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| When I walk in the room water boils cause I keep a fever spitting flames
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| I’mma spirestarter, flitting brains
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| And when it comes to insane shit, don’t nobody supplies harder than this madman
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| Cream puff killer, you seem rough nigga
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| But I already accomplished shit you dream of nigga
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| And one of my accomplices get ?? |
| to the ??
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| Twisted like dreads
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| Put a fist to the head
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| 'Til it puncture your brain, spit 'til you dead
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| Pump you with game, tryin' to pump you with pain
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| But you insist-ed to wake a sleeping dragon, a
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| Nigga that speaks with madness punk in the game, the
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| Smokes out my nostrils
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| Should’ve been discreet now I’m hostile |
| To fade me nigga’s six times impossible
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| Nigga you responsible
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| For this rhyme, self-inflicted wound
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| ?? |
| with better I’m sittin in the room
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| Butt-naked tryin' to slit your wrists, was doomed to fuck with 'Raided
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| And that’s being nice to you nigga
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| You know what’s up with 'Raided
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| Don’t make me do this twice to you nig-GA…
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| And you don’t stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Nigga you don’t stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Motherfucker you dont stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Nigga it don’t stop (and it won’t stop)
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| And you don’t stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Nigga you don’t stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Motherfucker you dont stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Nigga it don’t stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Yeah… Madman…Young Meek Killa nigga
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| Fuck you, bitch ass nigga
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| Y’all don’t understand nigga
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| Yeah nigga you told my jury I had the impulse
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| And nigga I had the impulse to write this rhyme and chop your bitch ass, nigga
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| Nigga fuck you and everything you represent nigga
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| Garden Block Crip, twenty-fourth street nigga, for life!
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| And you don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Nigga it don’t stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Motherfucker you dont stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Nigga it don’t stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Motherfucker it dont stop (and it won’t stop)
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| Nigga it don’t stop |