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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 to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls like I'm on a toilet takin a shit
My is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
all that sensuous shit
I intellectual violence
And your click holier than the Ten Commandments
Like I shift with the ruck
If ya if was a spliff we'd be all up (Word up!)
No to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I ta hate ya
Cause you'se a freak by
Can't wait to ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to react
The L.O.D. love good or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Branford
Niggas coming and acting wild
Y'all niggas better have a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to again
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me
Illuminati my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, to keep they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in they can't find me
my moves strategically, the G.O.D.
It's similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it with my blinker
While you wondered what we saying on the real
you motherfucking right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is just like the fucking title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya nose
Some, feeling guilty bout the,
But you baby girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the side of things
My niggas sling cracks and fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs that we (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 forever will (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in life walk past me
Without acknowledging this man as
I shot ya ass

Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray
Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad
this racket, from New York to Montego
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys Puerto Rico
I'd rather be feared than loved the fear lasts longer
These bitch ass niggas we stronger
Than weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block
While fresh lead heats up your insides like a of Bacardi
the ambulance, this man's 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 want me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture (what the pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser

Thug niggas they minks to chinks
To' we sip drinks rockin minks,
rings and things (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore inside the Jeep, macking
Doing my thing fly nigga you a king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani
Flossing like the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Like Versace pops (what the deal)
ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks
I'm sexing raw dog without protection, infested
Italiano got the
I gets fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I play
Roll with the Firm, crime king pin
It all real nigga what tha
I ya!

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