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Ya niggas
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Uh
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All you can do is die slow
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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 passengers
And a 4 hundred driver
And drown you in less an ounce of your own saliva

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wit rhymes that clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen
I pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes 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, nigga got an attitude
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Yeah, he be actin'
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And he's trynna' battle you
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That last album was

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he's on the radio
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He got a clean 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 heard it was
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You got the album? I it was weak
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But the shit don't out till next week

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Hey yo, I like the beats
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Yo that shit be comin' out
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Hey yo, that 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
That's where a 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, through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin' for ya door
a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a short slide, right out the side

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

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

Shoutin' my
Ya best to the noise soldier boy
Or homicide will be all over you poys Polaroids

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Yeah, yo that nigga Journalist gets 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 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 gold
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Man, that's some old
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Yeah yo, the niggas 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 back of the
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