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Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista
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
all that sensuous shit
I represent violence
And leave 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 Norman ya I love ta hate ya
Cause you'se a freak by
wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal like a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to react
The L.O.D. good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Branford
Niggas coming through and acting
Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me
Illuminati my mind, soul, and my body
society, trying to keep they 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 iller a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides my blinker
While you wondered what we on the records real
Yeah you right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the title read
You get slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some, kids feeling bout the,
But you first baby so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real side of
My niggas sling and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is not just a song 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 the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in life walk past me
acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I shot ya ass

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

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

What the fuck? I thought I conquered the world
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and girl
But still, want to instigate shit
I'll any nigga in tha rap game quick
Name the spot, I make it hot for ya
Female rappers too, I don't give a boo
Word, I'm to crush all my peers
Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your state
I use my Rolex 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?
Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet
New York appeal, in L.A. gang bang
But if you a mic your motherfucking ass hang
That's facts, niggaz don't receive no of slack
if they do, they ass is always running back
Not this time, but time I'ma name names
LL, shitting from on top of the
I ya!