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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 here to make a dollar out of fifteen
And let my balls hang I'm on a toilet 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 click holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I shift 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
Cause you'se a freak by
Can't wait to ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your
As as one of you niggaz try to over react
The L.O.D. love good or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, murder your
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot Branford Marsalis
Niggas coming through and wild
Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you me friend?
want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, trying to they 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 saying on the records
Yeah you motherfucking kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking read
You get slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some, kids feeling guilty 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 inside the songs we sing (kid)
Everything is real not a song that we sing (word up, it's real)
From my life to the paper (what), very
you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions like the moon the sea
How dare you ever in your walk past me
Without this man as G-O-D
I ya fagot ass

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

Thug niggas give they minks to
To' down we sip drinks minks,
Flashing and things (what the deal)
Fronting hardcore inside the Jeep, macking
Doing my thing fly nigga you a Scarface
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them for they cheddar
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and leathers
Flossing rocks the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, banging
Versace locs pops (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass
I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease
Italiano got the
I gets fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy who pay me
To lay low, I slow
Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso crime pin
It all real what tha deal
I ya!

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