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Ya better
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All you can do is die nigga
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All you can do is die
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Fuck
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Die nigga
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Yo, you me, no contest, my tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a '64 Impala with 3 adult
And a 4 pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of own saliva

Rubber face get, stretched like elastic
characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white rafter
Or a Olympic kayaked, across the Niagara

My afterburners'll be burnin' you
Ya' body already been splashed acid and you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the grass
Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie

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

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

I'll be lampin' in a mansion out in the Hamptons
Givin' some ass bitch a spankin', nigga you can't win
I'm 'cause you a has been
You'll never get ya' groove

So don't even bother askin', Angela
just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' chopped off and dropped in a basket
My left arms taken but my right ones
That means I diss another muthafuckin' emcee

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

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

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Hey yo, that nigga got an
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Yeah, he be actin'
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And he's always trynna' you
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last album was terrible

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When on the radio
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He never got a mouth
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Yeah, every he freestyles
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His be gettin' bleeped out

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You got the
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Naw, I it was weak
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You got the album? I said it was
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But the shit come out till next week

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Hey yo, I the nigga's beats
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Yo that be comin' bugged out
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Hey yo, nigga Bis dumbs out
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He too long to come out

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

what is, me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a and reachin' for ya door knob
Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick whore rise
One shot could have a slide, right out the North side

Your whole flow is porkrine, the small oints
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

it to ya ass if you the challengin' type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic, 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 homicide will be all over you poys with

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Yeah, yo nigga 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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so skinny tho'

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Now he's wit Canibus?
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I don't even his shit
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That nigga sounds like an
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Yo, I heard Jay him

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

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He got Benji's
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No he
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time, when I see him in the back of the source
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