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Ya niggas
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Uh
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All you can do is die slow
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All you can do is die
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Fuck
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Yo, you against me, no contest, my tongue
Strong enough to flip a '64 Impala 3 adult passengers
And a 4 hundred driver
And drown you in than an ounce of your own saliva

face rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white rafter
Or a kayaked, paddlin' across the Niagara

My be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed acid and you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like O'Nassis

I'll fly ya' outta Dallas
plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses, I'll 'em that
You got murdered some East West beef, between rappers

Radio stations'll express their
Play classics back to back and pass out stop the violence
Just imagine, every night ya' fuckin' ya' best friend
While you in hell tantrums

be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin', you can't win
I'm laughin' you a has been
never get ya' groove back

So don't bother askin', Angela Bassett
You'll get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head off and dropped in a basket
My left arms taken but my right free
That means I could diss another muthafuckin'

Wit rhymes that appear than liquid crystal
My is more visual than television screen pixels
I pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles
ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle

Ya probably had no idea what you was into
On the mic, is invincible
you

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Hey yo, nigga got an attitude
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Yeah, he be actin'
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And he's always battle you
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That album was terrible

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he's on the radio
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He never got a clean
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Yeah, time he freestyles
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His be gettin' bleeped out

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You got the
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Naw, I heard it was
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You got the album? I it was weak
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But the shit don't come out till week

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Hey yo, I like the beats
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Yo that shit be bugged out
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Hey yo, nigga Bis dumbs out
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He waited too long to out

To you niggas who talk alot but walk the block, in halter tops
Left of ya chest, mark the spot
That's where a nigga put it, I'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some 6 footage

Know what is, me and Bis, through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin' for ya door
Throw a gun ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a short slide, right out the side

Your whole flow is porkrine, spit the small
I'm nasty, but my small grip the bar point
Drop on top of the blue line, right the red one
Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my career

Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin'
Especially those, the mic, sound of the light
To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable
to you niggas, lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver

Shoutin' my
Ya best to control the noise boy
Or will be all over you poys with Polaroids

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Yeah, yo that Journalist gets busy yo
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I heard he's from yo
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I seen him in Bis
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He's so tho'

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Now he's rollin' wit
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I don't understand his shit
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That sounds like an amateur
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Yo, I Jay manage him

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Yo, he got some heavy shit
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Man, that's old shit
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yo, the niggas that he roll wit'
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Probably let 'em it

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He got alotta
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time, when I see him in the back of the source
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He looks