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Verse 1 1O1]

I bust rhymes like
D.C soldier till I die and I live by the
that's the D.C code
mess with CAOS and it will come back to you 2$6
so don't say you ain't been
my iron get hot but it start off real cold
I throw it up like a
make you over your cash I ain't gotta pick your pocket
the gang bang yeah I it
and you don't wanna be as I proceed to walk it
got a weapon I cock it
go ahead bring your punchline I'm gon' block it
silver tooth ama it
you still rearing toughees well I'm rocking
and so don't mock it
and could I could get like there's a zoo in it
old school no new in it
I can't spend 5 seconds in the booth losing it
got a gang ain't no in it
got my own microphone my own ones and twos in it
I got beef and I'm it
but it ain't never legit so I say no true in it
my sick it got flu in it
my whole click thugacated but no school in it
we the shit ain't no in it
we pushing dope in hood young homie ain't no pulling it
smart ass ain't no in it
the Italian stallion, no mule in it
mouth ain no drool in it
punchlines in abundence, a little in it
CAOS really it
find a lot of me ain't no you in it
host a party don't know who in it
perform on stage all ain't no booing it
with the boys in blue in it
and I wanna study law so no sewing it

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

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I fire like a dragon
my flow be a sports car yours a station
I'm forever
and it's D.C the grave, throw it up like I'm gagging
I dig my pants when they're
in my hand I'm about to get the tagging
yeah get tongue wagging
on that Blood In The Sand shit, about to get the fragging
D.C Productions yeah we're
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 chick for the shagging
I don't talk much, I could get the click-clacking
hear the whip when cracking
and we're always one, because you always get to slacking
D.C Soldier get the
you're a and we're about to get to bitch-slapping
yo rap is my
so you can't kill me a gun or a knife
always complaining like a
I done worked for what I've got, you're just
I always rap about
you know what's going on in my head when there's silence
I hate cops and sirens
I command respect from the oldest tirents
I don't care your sign is
you blood, you ain't crip, you ain't G-Unit riders
I'm with the Triple Cs
hola to the Latin K.I.N.Gs
all my niggers trees
ain't never been to but still stacking Gs
the D.R.Es
still, get to the D.O double Gs
Pacs and the
you best get rich or you die trying
yo I'm always flying
break the law, get 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 has arrived to release all that rage
in the booth or the
I'm way above your level be measured on your gage
I'm a beast in a and the time has arrived to release all that rage
and the time has to release all that rage
in the or the stage
you're yesterday's paper it's time to the page