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

Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of 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
all that sensuous shit
I represent intellectual
And leave your click holier the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I shift the ruck
If ya if was a spliff be all fucked up (Word up!)
No to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
have to Norman Bate ya I love 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 a mini-Mac to your back
As as one of you niggaz try to over react
The L.O.D. love good confrontation or (Word up!)
Break your concentration, murder camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the like Branford Marsalis
Niggas coming through and acting
Y'all niggas better have a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to again
Forgot I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my
Secret society, trying to they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't me
Make my strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but iller than a player
I use my thinker, it with my blinker
While you what we saying on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you the deal
My Mobb is just like the fucking title read
You get back so hard make ya nose bleed
Some, kids feeling guilty the,
But you first baby girl so face it (alright)
But anyway, on the real side of things
My sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it the songs 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 you can three
Prodigy will forever S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life past me
Without acknowledging this man as
I ya fagot ass

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

Thug niggas give minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks minks,
Flashing and things (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore deep inside the Jeep,
Doing my thing fly nigga you a king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them for they cheddar
it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossing rocks like the of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Like Versace locs (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the raw ass cheeks
I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease
Italiano got the
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 slow
Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso king pin
It all real nigga what tha
I ya!

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