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Konichiwa
Konichiwa

What up, what up, these suck?
They can't hold a fort, better hold thought, B
If I get it off, see my attitude is MSG
F*** it, I'm salty, the game loss me

Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting I'm past my prime
Hey Carlton Fisk, n****, the nine, who wanna cross me, now?
And put my body in the lost and
You with the business, then off a round

like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice
And the audacity for that life, while n****z starving and s***
The main reason they be and s***
The same reason you've been targeted
(These must of forgot)

The thin line a hoe and a trick
Give 'em the clip between the and the fifth
(Yea, I'm high)
There I go again, a spliff
When I exhale, like I'm blowing a kiss
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P.
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
This Killa on ya M.I.C., you want it all
Well, then y'all me
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

Come on, come on, I think they my song
I came to blow them out the frame and I'm
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers hate on me?
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

For every rhyme, there's a on my chest
Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the
Now every damn that I drop, is homicidal, could dare to be done
There's no survival, now who to be next?
(If you know me by now)

Know where the borough is, it for
The most thoroughest, you the most, pa
The call it "forpa" when f***ing with son
The odds a to none, too many flavors
Y'all ain't f***ing one

It's deep, see the plot thicker
No to be, if you b*****, n****
the Clan, we always got RZA
I put it down, like I don't a
One in the head, I bet he get up

We malt liquor out of your Benz
Just to talk slicker then paint a scene you can all picture
You going in? Well, let me with cha
It's Method Man, but for Mr., Mef
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P.
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all
Well, then y'all me
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

Come on, on, I think they playing my song
I to blow them out the frame and I'm gone
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
M E T, to the H O D, why wanna hate on me?
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

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