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me as I kiss the sky Sing a of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck die for their culture Stalk the body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than blackest stallion hit your house Projects I represent the Shaolin' my Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun It be goin' down, diggy down diggy down down
While the planets and the stars and the moons I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and Raw to the floor raw like Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit stand it With more Fruitier Loops that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me with us is just straight suicide
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 at your door bring it to that ass raw breakin' all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get to get yours Fucka, we don't need no rap I'd rather the facts and catch you with the rap-true More than you for Tical, that stays open like an all store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to And end existence, M E T no use for resistance, H O D
I bees the ultimate rush to any on dust The Egyptian Musk use to me pull mad sluts I shift like a clutch the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get Your shit broke down, light your Since the dark tears you into Hollywood Squares 6 ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 your eyes closed
The blindfold, cold, so you can the rap And shatter the and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man, hit me now Bitches use to play me now they forget me now Forget me not, I the spot, check glock off a lickin' off a hip hop Fuck the billboard, I'm a on my block How you dope when you payed for your billboard
Look up in the sky, a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor smokin' Buddha on a train How high? So that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my
Look up in the sky it's a it's a plane Recognize, Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high I can kiss the sky How sick? So that you can suck my dick
my man Raider Ruckus come home It really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a bone, now I'm off to the red zone We don't need your dirt we got our fuckin' own it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the Movin' on your kid, and I'm method, out my fuckin' dome piece Plus I got no love for the beast, hailin' from the big East Where pack toast home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
Hey boy, your's the boy on the block You try and the bum rush you will get popped As I run around with a My style was in the 50 stair cases Dig it, ff a rap critic he talk about it I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the one to hit it
Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and in ya Enter the cent, lyrics bang Nico-chet Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smif'n'Wes Who clicks the best punks take a sip and Who split your vest the phenomenon I'm bombin' you like blow canals of Panama Just off
Styles not to be fucked with, or played the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches Hittin' switches, wigs with Fat radical mathematical scriptures I dig up in your planets Diga Boo, you, blew you to smithe-reens the marines, I got machines To light the spliff, and Mad magazine
I fly more heads than Wreck ya 5 times US Air off an instrumental Look I'm not a half way crook bad looks But I may your case like your name was Cal Brooks I breaks em up proppa ask Smalls 'Who Shot Ya' Funk doctor, with the 12 Mossberg Look, I got the tools like Rickle to your mind tickle For the nine
Yo Red, yo Red ass pussy ass You gotta say no more man, that's it up Tical, We Out It's