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Motherfuckin gp in the motherfuckin house With shorty shy [rubbabandz] Yo.. Yo.. I raise all hell when I, start to stain Crab niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grain I bring drama to your earpiece, when I bust Raps niggaz collapse, in fact turn to slush It only takes a second to die It only takes a minute to get high The hoods that I run with really don't care Bustin at God with our pistols in the air [pop da brown hornet] No more loses, I'm bringin in da bosses You wanna get rich, bet on me, Motherfuck them horses I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger I live day by day, but my mind set on the future Drunk with vexism, handin out bad desicions Got shit locked like state prisons Mc destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for ya When I'm red niggaz die from paranoia Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not Or I'll be runnin shit in ya' spot Die hard, crackin shit, like ty cobb Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai Then blow the smoke all in your eye You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it That's why you wanna constantly rewind it [down low reka] Yo, D. Allah represent at sparkin mics like flint With style that you can inhale and get the nigga bent Cash rules, no choice but bein top biller Have ya blinded by the fire like that bitch in the killer You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms That's acquired to break down immune systems In any battle I'm-a come in first With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a fuckin curse I like s** after ballentine triple x Understandin, I run through hoes like barry sanders Niggaz get lost in the land Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand [shyheim] I'm-a live shorty, word up, the shit ain't hard to tell I kill verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cells My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same Nike sneakers, guess jeans and gold chains The rugged child be bringin drama to your system like drugs Live and direct, from new york like lugz Is it the ruckus you want, come and get that ass lynched You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch Kid, I be just fuckin in the cut, on some shaolin what Jiggy-june bust a nut [junelover] Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypher Niggaz you don't really wanna see the God hyper Active, make teachers run back for practice And tell they proteges, they can't fuck with the tactics So give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge You put your best man, even if he went to college With this mutation, I serve like a chef What do you know, I be that nigga squeezin air from your last breath Got you gaspin from suffocation Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addict Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic Faggot, now put an h on your chest and handle Whatever comes at ya, best beleive i'ma gat ya Now move back from this jack, you can't touch it Cause if you do, you catch a buck 50 muggin I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya Crew, plus jerk em like a crooked ass manager Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil Causin me to to hurt innocent people Niggaz playin hard rocks on the wrong block Thinkin it be you until I let the nine glock Pa-pop, my man shitted all in his pants It's the same old song and dance And I'm out motherfuckers!
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