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I'm a
I'm a professional...

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You be blind and deaf
To think that you can
gunn clappz 2 to yo chest
(pumm! pumm!)
May the bless you where they rest you
Underground, you hear the sound
Bucktown!
Home where we
Pack mad
So niggas watch dome-piece
Or you just might catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin head
Batty bwoy dead

Time for action
Dick in yo mouth
I it out you breathe again like toni braxton
I'm askin niggas, but I'm blastin
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck just at niggas
My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine
So I'll drill styles that keep the filled
Blunts get smoked and chumps get
When they try to quote the notes that ruck wrote
So ah make way for the blaster
Who blast past bastards, 'cause my mastered,uh

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sluggah]
Well it's the sluggah motherfucka
Straight bucktown!
Word to mother, is real fuckin' with this crowd
Times is hard, do need a bodyguard
To block the body scars, always stand in charge
I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger
All bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggas
And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our
So nigga grab ya gat, you could catch a head clap
Slap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya
Or catch 2 straight to ya face
You punk pussy, a rookie
I'ma play ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me
I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the of ya front tooth
The truth you shoulda let
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Ayo, go get your
Tell 'em bring the if ya want want it
(fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on this nigga that stay
nigga rock still livin' ill
I will kill at
And you up from yo gut to yo grill
(tell em sam, em sam)
Nah, man that be my
I slam cops for
And buck shots all over block
I believe there really be non-believers
Who see the rock give 'em growing pains like mike seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot camp's thick in this
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff

Niggas get crushed into dust, they can the wrath plus
Fuck and get that ass bust
Standin in the back ya and ya frightened
Fuckin with the starang ya the thunder and the lightnin
Awesome, tossin' niggas like steve
Niggas get baked like beans that's from boston
And my glocks make shit hot, get
More than thursdays on the box
And every now and then a trys to attack
Heltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the back
So act, like you the mac to ya grill
my face it's kill or be killed
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