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I bust rhymes like
D.C soldier till I die and I by the G-code
yeah the D.C code
mess CAOS and it will come back to you 2$6 fold
so don't say you been told
my iron get real hot but it start off real
I throw it up a rocket
make you hand your cash I ain't gotta pick your pocket
the gang yeah I talk it
and you don't be around as I proceed to walk it
got a weapon I cock it
go ahead bring your I'm still gon' block it
silver ama knock it
you still toughees well I'm rocking Crocket
and so don't mock it
and could I get buck-wild like there's a zoo in it
old ain't no new in it
I can't spend 5 in the booth without losing it
got a ain't no crew in it
got my own microphone chec my own and twos in it
I got beef and I'm it
but it never legit so I say ain't no true in it
my sick it got flu in it
my whole thugacated but ain't no school in it
we the shit ain't no in it
we pushing dope in your hood young homie no pulling it
smart ass ain't no in it
the stallion, ain't no mule in it
mouth ain no drool in it
in abundence, a little kung-fu in it
CAOS really it
you'll a lot of me ain't no you in it
host a party ain't don't who in it
perform on stage all cheers ain't no it
crimes with the in blue in it
and I wanna law so ain't no sewing it

I'm a in a cage
and the time has to release all that rage
in the booth or the
I'm way above your level can't be measured on gage
I'm a in a cage and the time has arrived to release all that rage
and the time has to release all that rage
in the booth or the
you're yesterday's paper it's to flip the page

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I breathe fire like a
my flow be a sports car yours a wagon
I'm forever
and D.C till the grave, throw it up like I'm gagging
I dig my pants when they're
spray-paint in my I'm about to get the tagging
yeah get your tongue
we're on that Blood In The Sand shit, about to get the
D.C yeah we're bragging
if you're a and you know it, you best get the hanging
new holster, put the in
know we ride, we down for the banging
bring your for the shagging
I don't talk much, I could get the click-clacking
hear the whip when it's
and we're number one, because you always get to slacking
D.C get the clapping
you're a bitch-nigger and about to get to bitch-slapping
yo rap is my
so you can't kill me with a gun or a
always complaining like a
I done worked for I've got, you're just trife
I always rap about
you don't know what's going on in my head there's silence
I hate and their sirens
I command respect even the oldest tirents
I don't what your sign is
you ain't blood, you crip, you ain't G-Unit riders
I'm with the Triple Cs
hola to the Latin K.I.N.Gs
all my pushing trees
never been to work but still stacking Gs
the D.R.Es
still, get down to the D.O Gs
and the biggies
you best get or you best die trying
yo I'm always flying
the law, get paid ain't now denying
when we die be crying
'coz in the concrete jungle, we are the

I'm a beast in a
and the time has arrived to release all rage
in the or the stage
I'm way above your level can't be on your gage
I'm a beast in a and the time has arrived to release all that rage
and the time has arrived to release all that
in the or the stage
you're paper it's time to flip the page