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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 here to make a dollar out of 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 intellectual
And leave your click than the Ten Commandments
Redman I shift with the ruck
If ya if was a spliff we'd be all up (Word up!)
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff (Chicago, LA, any of them)
have to Norman 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 verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your
As soon as one of you niggaz try to react
The L.O.D. love good confrontation or (Word up!)
Break your concentration, your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the like Branford Marsalis
Niggas through and acting wild
Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to again
Forgot I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, trying to keep eye on me
But I'm incogni', in places they can't find me
Make my strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but iller a chess player
I use my thinker, it with my blinker
While you wondered what we on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the
My is Infamous just like the fucking title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya bleed
Some, kids feeling bout the,
But you first baby girl so face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the side of things
My sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a 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 forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions like the attract the sea
How dare you in your life walk past me
acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I shot ya ass

Now who the you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews
Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be he's bad news
Running this racket, from New to Montego
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto
I'd rather be than loved because the fear lasts longer
These ass niggas know we stronger
these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block
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 like a
Razor, which I keep hidden in my
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to
These feds me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that somebody's lucci that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through streets filled with torture (what the deal pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Ceaser

Thug niggas they minks to chinks
To' down we sip rockin minks,
rings and things (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore deep the Jeep, macking
Doing my thing fly you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get niggas for they cheddar
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and leathers
Flossing rocks the size 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 protection, disease infested
got the Lucciano
I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra to the drop
Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy 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 I thought I conquered the whole world
Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl
But still, niggas want to instigate
battle any nigga in tha rap game quick
Name the spot, I make it hot for ya
Female too, I don't give a fuck boo
Word, I'm to crush all my peers
of the month in The Source for twenty years
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to mental state
I use my presidential to be debate
Niggas fight, glock cocked ya gets fucked
MC's, fuck 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 touch a mic your ass hang
That's facts, niggaz don't receive no type of
Cause if do, they ass is always running back
Not this time, but time I'ma name names
LL, shitting on top of the game
I ya!