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Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def
Mista, Mista, Mista, Smith
You hit? (You wanna hit?)
Gimme an hour 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 takin a shit
My style is all that, and a big bag of wit the dip
Fuck all sensuous shit
I intellectual violence
And your click holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I shift with the
If ya if was a spliff we'd be all up (Word up!)
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get
my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, ya
Drink your down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal like a mini-Mac to your back
As as one of you niggaz try to over react
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
Niggas coming and acting wild
Y'all commercial niggas better have a and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my
society, trying 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 than a player
I use my thinker, it coincides my blinker
While you what we saying on the records real
you motherfucking right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just the fucking title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya bleed
Some, kids guilty bout the,
But you first baby girl so face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real of things
My niggas sling cracks and fat diamond rings
Not only is it the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is real not a song that we sing (word up, it's real)
From my life to the paper (what), accurately
Give you all of my two so you can three
Prodigy will forever S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions like the moon the sea
How dare you in your life walk past me
Without acknowledging man as G-O-D
I shot ya ass

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

Thug niggas give they to chinks
To' down we sip rockin minks,
rings and things (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore inside the Jeep, macking
Doing my fly nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get niggas for they cheddar
Fuck it, sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossing rocks like the size of Fort
Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy
Versace locs pops (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the raw ass cheeks
I'm sexing raw dog without protection, infested
got the Lucciano
I gets down with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I slow
Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso king pin
It all real what tha deal
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
I'll battle any in tha rap game quick
Name the spot, I make it hot for ya
Female rappers too, I don't a fuck boo
Word, I'm here to crush all my
Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty
scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state
I use my Rolex to be debate
fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked
MC's, that fuck LL they gets bucked
That's real, what's up with I Shot Ya deal?
Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet
New York appeal, in L.A. gang bang
But if you touch a mic motherfucking 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 time I'ma name
LL, shitting on top of the game
I ya!