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

Yo, I'm here to make a out of fifteen cents
And let my hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit
My style is all that, and a big bag of wit the dip
Fuck all that shit
I represent violence
And leave click holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I with the ruck
If ya if was a we'd be all fucked up (Word up!)
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause a freak by nature
Can't to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your
As soon as one of you try to over react
The L.O.D. love confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
your concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Branford
coming through and acting wild
Y'all commercial better have a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit men, it's time to begin again
Forgot I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, trying to 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 coincides with my
you wondered what we saying on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking kid you know 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 girl so just it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real of things
My sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song that we (word up, it's real)
From my life to the paper (what), accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can
Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, shine)
My shit attract like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your walk past me
acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I shot ya ass

Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay I spray crews
Look I'm Joey Crack, be like he's bad news
Running this racket, from New York to
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 these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't
Knuckleheads beware, mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, for block parties
While fresh heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulance, this wet
Bullets cut him down the root up just like a Gillette
Razor, which I keep in my oral
to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel
These feds me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that somebody's getting that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through these streets with torture (what the deal pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Ceaser

niggas give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks minks,
Flashing rings and (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore inside the Jeep, macking
my thing 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 of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Like Versace pops (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the raw ass cheeks
I'm raw dog without protection, disease infested
Italiano got the
I down fucking 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 real nigga what tha
I ya!

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