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Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def
Mista, Mista, Mista, Smith
You hit? (You wanna hit?)
an hour plus 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 represent violence
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 need to ask you who is he, Son I get
Scuff my 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 face ya, 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 confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, murder camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
the the spot like Branford Marsalis
Niggas coming through and acting
Y'all niggas better have a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you me friend?
Illuminati my mind, soul, and my body
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.
It's similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides my blinker
While you wondered we saying on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title
You get slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some, feeling guilty bout the,
But you first 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 the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song that we (word up, it's real)
my life to the paper (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can
Prodigy forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk me
Without acknowledging man as G-O-D
I shot ya ass

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

Thug niggas give minks to chinks
To' down we sip rockin minks,
Flashing and things (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore inside the Jeep, macking
Doing my fly nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar
it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossing like the size of Fort Knox
carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging
Like locs pops (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass
I'm raw dog without protection, disease infested
Italiano got the
I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the
Boo I'm Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I play
Roll the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga 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 instigate
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 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 presidential to be debate
Niggas fight, glock ya temple gets fucked
MC's, that fuck with LL they bucked
That's real, what's up that I Shot Ya deal?
Light shit, niggas slip now how the feel?
New York appeal, in L.A. gang bang
But if you touch a mic motherfucking ass hang
That's facts, niggaz receive no type of slack
if they do, they ass is always running back
Not time, but next time I'ma name names
LL, from on top of the game
I ya!