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

Rubber face rappers get, like elastic
Claymation characters wit vernacular
ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaked, across the Niagara

My afterburners'll be burnin' you
Ya' body already been with 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
Perform surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses, tell 'em that
You got murdered over some East West beef, rappers

Radio stations'll their sadness
Play classics back to and pass out stop the violence pamphlets
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' 'cause you a has
You'll get ya' groove back

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

Wit rhymes that appear clearer than crystal
My lyrical is more than television screen 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 gettin'
On the mic, Can-i-bus is
you

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

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

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You got the
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Naw, I heard it was
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You got the I said 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, that nigga Bis out
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He too long 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 where a nigga put it, when I'm
Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some 6 footage

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

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

Bring it to ya ass if you the 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 soldier boy
Or homicide will be all you poys with Polaroids

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Yeah, yo that nigga 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 skinny

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Now he's wit Canibus?
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I don't understand his shit
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That nigga sounds like an
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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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Every time, I see him in the back of the source
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He looks