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Lemme you now
I to bring the pain
Hardcore the brain
Let's go my astral plane

Find out my based on instrumental records
Hey, so I can write methods
I'm not the king but niggas is
I 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can shit
Get deeper than fists
And brothers is mad
it

In your cross color, clothes are crossed
Now ya totally out and Kriss Kross
Who the Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark of the force, of course

It's the Method Man from the Clan
I be hectic and comin' for headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a
want the ruckus?

Yo bust it at me, son, now it
Styles, I get wild
Man, on some shit
Fuckin' foul, son, I'm sick

Insane, crazy, drivin' Daisy
How the am I? Now I got mine, I'm Swayze

Is it real, Lemme know it's real, son
If really real, son, lemme know it's real

Load it up and one
it up and kill one
Load it up and one
If it's really

I was a little stereo
I used to be the
I wonder when I will be the number one
Hey, hey, hey, now you to me, Dacron, Dacron

And all you niggas come and test me, me
I'm gonna out your brains
Brothers hang with the meth, bring the rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, off a set

Comin' through all projects
Take it as a or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam
You can bet bottom dollar that I'm on it

And it'll get even
Word to god, the Wu
Comin' through, niggas 'fore they're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone,

Movin' to your
I came to represent and my name within your chest
You can test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old West

on the draw with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those goddamn monkey galore
Check it 'cause I not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes
Be the proof when I'm drinkin' proof Vodka

No, O.J.
No, no,
When you give it to me,
it to me raw, I burn
Give it to me raw, I chest hairs

I don't no chemical blow to pull no ho', no
All I need is chemical to pay her up
Is it real, son? Lemme know real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know one, two, three, four

one
Fuck it up and one
Fuck it up and one
know it's real