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

Find out my mental based on records
Hey, so I can write monumental
I'm not the king but is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, it

how deep can shit get?
Get deeper than your
And brothers is mad
it

In cross color, clothes are crossed over
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 the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic and comin' for headpiece, protect it
it, two tears in a bucket
Niggas the ruckus?

Yo bust it at me, son, now it
Styles, I get buck
Man, on some shit
Fuckin' nigga's foul, son, I'm

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

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

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

I was a little stereo
I to be the champion
I always wonder I will be the number one
Hey, hey, hey, now you listen to me, Dacron,

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

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

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

Movin' to left
I came to represent and carve my within your chest
You can come test, realize no contest, son
I'm the gun who won old Wild West

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

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

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

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