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Lyrical dances on MC's like Murray on SC's
Never flaunt, now come test me
Burnin' hotter than torches at Jamaican parties
Far from angels, niggas see me like Charlie

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

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

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

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

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

held to reflect a device-es
The nicest, Jesus
Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off to torso
Bullets out windows

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

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

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

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

Hey, not fifteen
I'm fifteen,
What do you we are, assholes or somethin'
you, soundin' like that nigga from Night Court
Loose my cuffs I'm outta

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

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

Obnoxious beef's face-to-face
Niggas get wet up like on Klep's place
Through the hard time sayin' prayers committin'
Sick don't care, rockin' parties from front to rear

Brains engulfed by [Incomprehensible]
Runnin' up on Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with
Livin' in a where you do what you must
If preachers be robbin' who the fuck can you trust?