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Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's Murray on SC's
Never flaunt, now come test me
Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at parties
Far from angels, can't see me like Charlie

weak? Hardly!
Don't let the whacked pursue you Marley
JM clique moves in packs whities on Harleys
Niggas get injured, do' in 40 fingers

Got bitches by bike bar bussin' off a' niggas
Klep don't give three to flip scripts
Miss bullets from clips, leave rollin' up skateboards
Wit under they hips, bitch, so if you test me
Shit messy, bustin' .38 speci outta paper bags like Joe Pesci

Yo, you know the tune make bitches don't eat
When it's time to shit out them balloons
up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown ladies
Bustin' .380's outta E Class

Hurry the up bitch, get on
you motherfucker let me out this L
There they go right there, dot niggas

MC's get cut glass, cut like glass
Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come dat ass
Who wanna get broke the fuck up? me
Freakin' vocabulary like Chinese and spelling

held to reflect a device-es
The nicest, Christ-es
Junior Mafioso, get torn off head to torso
evacuated out windows

From Hekkyl and Coch, P7
Extra .380 on a string my neck cos feds check the waist
No time to waste, grab the loot and before next break
Heads are clockin', eyes are watchin'

Nigga up in the hustle
Fuck packages and tyin' up, minx and rings I bubble
Trouble's what I for in stores on expensive floors
Beeling boots is essence, Pelle's in my drawers

Armani, Versace, V2
Lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran
It ain't to discard cans of mace on guards
them bitch ass niggas screamin' like a fuckin' retard

Lyrically I come off ink alarms
Got styles the wing like spread is booked under my arms
Niggas couldn't see me closed circuit TV
to peep my steez, like DT's I get over like I'm fifteen

Hey, not fifteen
I'm fifteen,
What do you think we are, or somethin'
Fuck you, soundin' like that from Night Court
Loose my I'm outta here

MC's be fake like toupes so I
Implant my fist to their face makin' their red
Sound waves disrupted, fucked, kid
Air holes rupted but that ain't nuttin'

The best is yet to
MC's get like heads on drums
They don't be knowin' what I'm knowin', flowin' like I'm
motherfuckers take nose dives like 747 Boeings

Obnoxious squashes face-to-face
Niggas get wet up like Alasha's on place
Through the hard time prayers committin' crimes
Sick minds don't care, rockin' parties front to rear

Brains engulfed by ferocious
up on Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms
Livin' in a world you do what you must
If preachers be robbin' niggas who the can you trust?