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

Style Hardly!
let the whacked pursue you like Marley
JM clique moves in like whities on Harleys
Niggas get injured, do' in 40 fingers

Got bitches by bike bar bussin' Glocks off a'
Klep don't three shits to flip scripts
Miss bullets from clips, leave rollin' up skateboards
Wit nuttin' under 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 out them 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, bags, come save dat ass
Who wanna get the fuck up? Tell me
Freakin' vocabulary like Chinese and bees

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

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

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

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

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

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

MC's be like toupes so I transplant
Implant my 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
get strung like heads on drums
They don't be knowin' what I'm knowin', flowin' like I'm
Makin' motherfuckers take nose dives 747 Boeings

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

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