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[Lakim
? rappers are of this, since I'm a Don I'm pulling out a hit
I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to the prey
So make way for hip-hop's beret
Bring on the refills, you see we
The name of the brain game is or be killed
I'm an expert, who will be the next to try?
Let me you got 8 million ways to die
We torch and scorch ya, ya feel real sore
Have that ass just like this boo-boo slipped the door
Known to kill, skills, e-rupt
You ask My reply is 'I don't give a fuck!'
I'm a Panther, I fresh meat
I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th 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 with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a or croak
Shit ya prop, go back down ya throat
Everyday all day this be the way
Putting rappers outta commission even on an
Flavor Unit rules G, we're 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 give a fuck I ain't got shit to lose
Fuck around, lay and get stuck up
You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid,
Handicapped, crippled and "pussy" was my name
You couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a stick
I know who quick (who?), my grip
Failing to some type of tournament
I cut ya fucking head off and use it as a tree ornament
Come and give me a test whoever to be the best
with the 40-below footprint on his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go your luck
Both of his legs were in back of a garbage truck
found 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 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 my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black
The only thing I 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 hearing aid or two I'm through 'cause I'm that def
That's how we all be, tighter than leaves
rapping all be, I'm wrecking on all 3
This drill 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
Brand new, Nubian, Grand Puba-in
them and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then
Wait let me another tune, tune me in
So I'm straight, if I "drop the bomb" I have to go
Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are
Erase, me not 'cause shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
Au contraire mon this 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 quick
I my Lightnin', it's frightening how I get, a slick
Schooled, dark, cool
Two of marrying very thick or very thin
Naughty By and the Flavor you-N-I-T
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