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Ya niggas
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Uh
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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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Yo, you against me, no contest, my hydraulics
enough to flip a '64 Impala with 3 adult passengers
And a 4 pound driver
And drown you in than an ounce of your own saliva

Rubber face rappers get, stretched like
Claymation characters wit verbal
Slappin' ya, like a white water
Or a Olympic kayaked, paddlin' across the

My afterburners'll be burnin' you
Ya' body already been with acid and you turn to ashes
camouflaged in the grass blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya' like Jackie O'Nassis

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

Radio express their sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out the violence pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya' girls ya' best friend
While you in hell tantrums

be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' pretty ass bitch a spankin', nigga you can't win
I'm laughin' 'cause you a has
You'll get ya' groove back

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

Wit that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television pixels
I fire pistols, hit you miniature missiles
Riddle ya' body wit' 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, that nigga got an
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Yeah, he be rude
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And always trynna' 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 mouth
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Yeah, time he freestyles
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His words be 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 it was weak
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But the shit don't come out till next

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Hey yo, I like the nigga's
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Yo that shit be comin' out
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Hey yo, that nigga Bis out
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He waited too to come out

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

Know 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 your whore rise
One shot could have a short slide, out the North side

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

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 nigga Journalist gets busy yo
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I heard he's Philly 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 even 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 heavy gold shit
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Man, some 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 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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