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Konichiwa
Konichiwa

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

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

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

The thin line a hoe and a trick
Give 'em the clip between the four and the
(Yea, I'm high)
I go again, blowing a spliff
When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a
(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, y'all like me
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

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

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

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

It's getting deep, see the plot
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)
This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you it all
Well, then y'all me
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

Come on, come on, I think they playing my
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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