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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 a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet a shit
My style is all that, and a big bag of wit the dip
Fuck all that sensuous
I represent violence
And your click holier than the Ten Commandments
Redman 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
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause you'se a by nature
Can't to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down straight wit no (Word up!)
My combat's like 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!)
your concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Branford
coming through and acting wild
Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, time to begin again
what I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my
Secret society, trying to keep eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places can't find me
Make my strategically, the G.O.D.
sorta similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides my blinker
While you wondered what we saying on the records
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking read
You get back slapped so make ya nose bleed
Some, feeling guilty bout the,
But you baby girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the side 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 (what), very accurately
you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will forever will (shine baby, just shine)
My shit millions 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 Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news
Running racket, from New York to Montego
Slaughtering people, a ton of keys from Puerto Rico
I'd rather be feared loved because the fear lasts longer
These bitch ass know we stronger
these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for parties
While lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulance, this wet
cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette
Razor, which I keep hidden in my
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, wants 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 streets filled with torture (what the pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Ceaser

niggas give they minks to chinks
To' we sip drinks rockin minks,
Flashing rings and (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 cheddar
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)
Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass
I'm sexing raw dog protection, disease infested
Italiano got the
I gets down fucking with Brown Fox keys to the drop
Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I play
with the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga what tha
I ya!

What the I thought I conquered the whole world
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and girl
But still, niggas want to instigate
I'll battle any in tha rap game quick
the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches
Female rappers too, I give a fuck boo
Word, I'm here to crush all my
Rhymes of the in The Source for twenty years
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your state
I use my Rolex to be debate
Niggas fight, glock cocked ya temple fucked
MC's, that with LL they gets bucked
That's real, what's up that I Shot Ya deal?
shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel?
New York appeal, in L.A. they gang
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 I'ma name names
LL, shitting on top of the game
I ya!