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Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista
You wanna hit? (You 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 style is all that, and a big bag of wit the dip
Fuck all sensuous shit
I represent intellectual
And your click holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I shift the ruck
If ya if was a spliff be all fucked up (Word up!)
No to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
Scuff my on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause you'se a freak by
wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink style 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. love good or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, murder camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we
Blow the the spot like Marsalis
Niggas coming through and acting
Y'all commercial niggas better a Coke and a smile
I ya!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin
Forgot what I knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, to keep they eye on me
But I'm incogni', in places they 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 with my blinker
While you wondered what we on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just the fucking title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya bleed
Some, kids 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 wear fat diamond
Not only is it inside the songs that we (kid)
Everything is real not just a song 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 forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, shine)
My shit attract like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life 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 racket, from New York to Montego
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Rico
I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts
These bitch ass niggas know we
Than these weaklings, seeking, for that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad in the air
guns for fun, shotties for block parties
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 a Gillette
Razor, which I hidden in my oral
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, wants to quarrel
These feds want me for some tax
Now that the fact that somebody's getting that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with (what the deal pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser

Thug niggas give they minks to
To' down we sip rockin minks,
Flashing rings and (what the deal)
hardcore deep inside 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 and Armani leathers
Flossing rocks like the of Fort Knox
carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging
Like Versace locs (what the deal)
Want ta the creep, on the raw ass cheeks
I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease
got the Lucciano
I down 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 king pin
It all real what tha deal
I ya!

What the fuck? I thought I conquered the world
Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl
But still, niggas to instigate shit
I'll battle any nigga in tha rap quick
Name the spot, I make it hot for ya
Female rappers too, I don't a fuck boo
Word, I'm to crush all my peers
Rhymes of the month in The Source for years
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to mental state
I use my Rolex to be debate
fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked
MC's, fuck with LL they gets bucked
real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?
Light shit, slip now how the bullet feel?
New appeal, in L.A. they gang bang
But if you touch a mic motherfucking ass hang
That's facts, niggaz don't no type of slack
if they do, they ass is always running back
Not time, but next time I'ma name names
LL, shitting on top of the game
I ya!