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[Lakim
? rappers are full of this, I'm a Don I'm pulling out a hit
'cause I'm fired up, I'm of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to the prey
So make way for green beret
on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the brain is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to
Let me explain you got 8 million to die
We and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
that ass looking just like this boo-boo slipped the door
Known to kill, dunk skills,
You ask why? My reply is 'I give a fuck!'
I'm a Panther, I love fresh
After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across Street
My tactics are drastic and fast
I tie one to a and go drag ya ass
I'm than a threat, I'm a problem
To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to
So don't whisper or make a sound or
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya
Everyday all day this be the way
rappers outta commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit G, we're taking rappers out
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Here comes and it's all that, in fact contact
next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slip, I grips so to get bruised
Ask me if I a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to lose
Fuck around, lay and get stuck up
You beatnit, a minute, hold the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid,
Handicapped, crippled and "pussy" was my middle
You couldn't beat me slick, that neck like a Chico stick
I who beat'cha quick (who?), my grip
Failing to some type of tournament
I cut ya fucking head off and use it as a Christmas tree
Come and give me a test whoever to be the best
He's with the footprint on his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go your luck
Both of his legs were found in back of a truck
found in the bar of a limousine
The rest of his body at a site in Queens
man, Mr. Handman, you like bragging
Ya up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
I you I'm out to stalk,
Last nigga tried me, died G, my tomahawk
Apache, that's me, I'm rappers' ass
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You could of been my main but you scrap and will wack, black
The only thing I smoke with a is an ass crack
You challenge Treach, I'll you quick, you can't touch that
I thought you did a 'cause you said "Aw, fuck that!"
Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef
Give me a hearing aid or two then I'm through 'cause I'm def
That's how we all be, tighter small leaves
Club rapping all be, I'm on all 3
This means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
Is that head or is your neck blowing a fucking bubble?
A-B-C, to the S-T
You-V-W-X, the why-Z
new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in
Tape them and me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then
Wait let me hear another tune, me in
So I'm straight, if I hear "drop the bomb" I to go
Break nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
Erase, forgive me not 'cause shit I'm hot, if I can get then get got
Au contraire mon frere is all my hair
I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out
Put on a tip or hitting hips, I'm more than
I Grease my Lightnin', it's how I get, a slick
Schooled, dark, cool
Two types of very thick or very thin
Naughty By and the Flavor you-N-I-T
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