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

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You must be blind and
To think you can test
Originoo clappz 2 to yo chest
(pumm! pumm!)
May the buddha bless you where rest you
Underground, where you hear the
Bucktown!
Home we roam
mad chrome
So watch your dome-piece
Or you just might just catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin
Batty gwan dead

Time for some
in yo mouth satisfaction
I pull it out you breathe again like toni
I'm niggas, but I'm blastin niggas
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck laugh at niggas
My mind ills off rhyme skills and mills
So I'll drill that keep the mine filled
get smoked and chumps get choked
When they try to quote the notes that ruck wrote
So ah make way for the master
Who blast bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh

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Well the louieville sluggah motherfucka
Straight bucktown!
to mother, shit is real fuckin' with this crowd
Times is hard, niggas do need a
To the body scars, bootcamp always stand in charge
I the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggas
All them bigger niggas scared to of all us little niggas
And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our
So nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you catch a head clap
Slap the nigga up and down, take the smile off ya face
Or 2 strays straight to ya face
You pussy, you's a rookie
I'ma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so me
I'll ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth
The you shoulda let loose
(chorus)

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
That 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 your
I can't believe there be non-believers
Who wanna see the rock give 'em growing pains like seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the gunn clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot thick in this bitch
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old shit

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