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

Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen
And let my hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit
My is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck all sensuous shit
I represent intellectual
And leave your click holier the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I 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 cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta ya
you'se a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, ya
Drink your style down 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. good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Marsalis
Niggas coming and acting wild
Y'all commercial better have a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to 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
my moves strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my
While you wondered what we on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the
My Mobb is Infamous like the fucking title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya bleed
Some, feeling guilty bout the,
But you first baby girl so face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real side of
My niggas sling and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, real)
my life to the paper (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so you can three
will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk me
Without this man as G-O-D
I ya fagot ass

Now who the you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews
Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad
this racket, from New York to Montego
Slaughtering people, a ton of keys from Puerto Rico
I'd rather be than loved because the fear lasts longer
These bitch ass niggas know we
Than these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't
Knuckleheads beware, mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides a fifth of Bacardi
the ambulance, this man's wet
Bullets cut him down from the root up just a Gillette
Razor, I keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to
These want me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that getting lucci that's not Caucasian
Bullets be 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 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 them niggas for they
Fuck it, Gucci and Armani leathers
Flossing like the size of Fort Knox
carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging
Like Versace locs (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass
I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease
got the Lucciano
I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the
Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I play
Roll the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga what tha
I ya!

What the fuck? I thought I the whole world
Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl
But still, want to instigate shit
I'll battle any nigga in tha rap quick
Name the spot, I it hot for ya bitches
Female 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 detrimental to your state
I use my presidential Rolex to be
Niggas fight, cocked ya temple gets fucked
MC's, that fuck with LL gets bucked
That's real, what's up with I Shot Ya deal?
shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel?
New appeal, in L.A. they gang bang
But if you a mic your motherfucking ass hang
That's facts, niggaz don't receive no of slack
Cause if they do, they ass is always back
Not this time, but time I'ma name names
LL, shitting on top of the game
I ya!