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Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def
Mista, Mista, Mista, Smith
You hit? (You wanna hit?)
an hour plus a pen and a pad

Yo, I'm to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet a shit
My is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck all sensuous shit
I intellectual violence
And your click holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I with the ruck
If ya if was a spliff be all fucked up (Word up!)
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I ta hate ya
Cause you'se a freak by
wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over
The L.O.D. love confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Marsalis
coming through and acting wild
Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, time to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you me friend?
Illuminati my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, to keep they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places can't find me
Make my strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but iller a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my
you wondered what we saying on the records real
Yeah you right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous like the fucking title read
You get slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some, kids feeling bout the,
But you baby girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real of things
My niggas cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song we sing (word up, it's real)
From my to the paper (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can
Prodigy will will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions like the moon the sea
How dare you ever in your life past me
acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I shot ya ass

Now who the you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews
Look I'm Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news
Running this racket, from New York to
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Rico
I'd rather be feared than loved the fear lasts longer
These bitch ass niggas know we
Than these weaklings, seeking, for respect that there
Knuckleheads beware, mad tension in the air
guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
the ambulance, this man's wet
Bullets cut him down the root up just like a Gillette
Razor, I keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that to quarrel
These feds want me for some tax
Now that the fact that getting lucci that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through streets filled with torture (what the deal pop)
Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser

Thug niggas give minks to chinks
To' we sip drinks rockin minks,
Flashing and things (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore inside the Jeep, macking
Doing my thing fly nigga you a Scarface
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for cheddar
Fuck it, Gucci and Armani leathers
Flossing rocks like the size of Fort
carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging
Like Versace locs (what the deal)
ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks
I'm sexing raw dog protection, disease infested
got the Lucciano
I gets down with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy who pay me
To lay low, I slow
Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso crime pin
It all nigga what tha deal
I ya!

What the fuck? I thought I the whole world
Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl
But still, want to instigate shit
I'll battle any nigga in tha rap quick
Name the spot, I it hot for ya bitches
Female rappers too, I don't give a boo
Word, I'm here to crush all my
of the month in The Source for twenty years
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to mental state
I use my presidential Rolex to be
Niggas fight, glock cocked ya temple fucked
MC's, that with LL they gets bucked
That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya
Light shit, niggas slip now how the feel?
New appeal, in L.A. they gang bang
But if you touch a mic motherfucking ass hang
facts, niggaz don't receive no type of slack
Cause if they do, they ass is running back
Not this time, but time I'ma name names
LL, shitting on top of the game
I ya!