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

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

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me
want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, trying to they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places can't find me
my moves strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but iller than a chess
I use my thinker, it with my blinker
While you wondered what we on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the title read
You get back slapped so hard ya nose bleed
Some, kids guilty bout the,
But you first baby so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real side of
My sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the that we sing (kid)
Everything is not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)
my life to the paper (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can
will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions the moon attract the sea
How dare you in your life walk past me
Without 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 Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like bad news
Running racket, from New York to Montego
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys Puerto Rico
I'd rather be feared loved because the fear lasts longer
bitch ass niggas know we stronger
Than these weaklings, seeking, for that ain't there
beware, there's mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block
While fresh lead heats up your insides a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulance, this wet
Bullets cut him down from the up just like a Gillette
Razor, which I keep hidden in my
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that to quarrel
These feds want me for some tax
Now the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through these filled with torture (what the deal pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser

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

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