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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 against me, no contest, my tongue
enough to flip 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 like
characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white water
Or a Olympic kayaked, across the Niagara

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

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

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

I'll be 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
You'll never get ya' groove

So even bother askin', Angela Bassett
just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and in a basket
My arms taken but my right ones free
That means I diss another muthafuckin' emcee

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

Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin'
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 last album was

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When he's on the
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He got a clean 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 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 next

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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 Bis dumbs 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 side of ya chest, the spot
where a nigga put it, when I'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some 6 footage

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

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

Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin'
Especially those, surroundin' the mic, of the light
To the Journ, ain't no suitable splitters
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 Polaroids

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

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Now he's rollin' wit
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I even understand his shit
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That sounds like an amateur
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Yo, I heard Jay him

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Yo, he got some heavy shit
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Man, that's some old
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Yeah yo, the 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, when I see him in the of the source
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He looks