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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 tongue
Strong enough to a '64 Impala with 3 adult passengers
And a 4 hundred pound
And drown you in less an ounce of your own saliva

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

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

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

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

I'll be lampin' in a somewhere 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' back

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

Wit that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you wit' missiles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes then the blood 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 battle you
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last album was terrible

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When he's on the
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He never got a mouth
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Yeah, every time he
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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 said it was
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But the don't come out till next week

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Hey yo, I like the 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 waited too to come out

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

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

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

Bring it to ya ass if you the type
those, surroundin' the mic, sound of the light
To the Journ, ain't no suitable splitters
True to you niggas, lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya

my name
Ya best to control the noise boy
Or homicide will be all over you with Polaroids

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

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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 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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Yeah yo, the niggas that he roll
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let 'em hold it

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He got alotta
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No he
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Every time, I see him in the back of the source
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He looks