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[Lakim
? are full of this, since I'm a Don I'm pulling out a hit
'cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the
Flavor Unit, it's time to attack the
So make way for hip-hop's beret
on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who will be the jerk to try?
Let me explain you got 8 million to die
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel sore
Have ass looking just like this boo-boo slipped the door
to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt
You ask why? My reply is 'I give a fuck!'
I'm a Panther, I love fresh
I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street
My tactics are and real fast
I tie one to a and go drag ya ass
I'm more a threat, I'm a problem
To hell cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight down ya throat
all day this be the hard way
Putting outta commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules G, taking rappers out
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Here trouble and it's all that, in fact contact
You're of kin, friend, follow the flow format
you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to lose
around, lay around and get stuck up
You beatnit, wait a minute, the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid,
Handicapped, and "pussy" was my middle name
You couldn't beat me slick, snap neck like a Chico stick
I know who beat'cha quick (who?), my
Failing this to some of tournament
I cut ya fucking head off and use it as a Christmas tree
Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the
with the 40-below footprint on his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go your luck
Both of his legs were found in back of a truck
Head in the bar of a limousine
The of his body at a dove site in Queens
man, Mr. Handman, you like bragging
Ya fucked up, made a wrong and entered the dragon
I you I'm out to stalk,
Last nigga tried me, G, felt 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 thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack
You challenge Treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch
I thought you did a triple you said "Aw, fuck that!"
Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef
Give me a aid or two then I'm through 'cause I'm that def
That's how we all be, than small leaves
rapping all be, I'm wrecking on all 3
This means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
Is that your or is your neck blowing a fucking bubble?
A-B-C, to the S-T
You-V-W-X, fuck the
Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand
Tape them and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me
Wait let me hear another tune, me in
So I'm straight, if I hear "drop the bomb" I to go
Break this for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
Erase, forgive me not 'cause I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
Au contraire mon frere this is all my
I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out
Put on a tip or hitting hips, I'm more quick
I Grease my Lightnin', it's frightening how I get, a
Schooled, dark, Sagittarian
Two of marrying very thick or very thin
By Nature and the Flavor you-N-I-T
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