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(Verse)
This is a warning I you all to stay alert
Yo Reals grab the cause it's time to go to work
Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit 'me, then I split 'em
believe that's the way you should've did him
Backing down with the heat, feel the flame
Ripping your flesh, can you handle the pain
I don't give a fuck, I did, I never will
A little Crooklyn knight with the skill to kill
Which to the point I will extend the pound
Nobody makes a move, nobody makes a
Catch mad wreck, raise hell with my
Chilling in the as I sip on a brew
Drugs no frills the dutch is the master
An individual who up because I have to
Bust mad shots, it's for me to misbehave
Whoever doesn't it we can take it to the grave

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SON GET
time for you to represent

(Verse)
I'm a grave digging that can hold his own weight
They tried to flex on the five now lives is at fate
They didn't think I had enough to set off the spark
I'm a shorty getting naughty getting after dark
My eyes are red
All the hell I has set the stage in my kingdom
And not your rule in every state, the war as
I'm about just blow, so pass the hand
time to let you know my freaks do deeds, though
Plus will, three slugs through your grill
The pain you feel, rippin', wrecking, causing mad drama
You acted like you it, now you crippled like your momma

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SON GET
SON GET
time for you to represent

(Verse)
Spread your wind and prepare to your maker
Fucking with the five, I'm like the average taker
Deaths in the street, in the borough known as
Where niggaz lose they life and they get their shit
run it all, don't even try to riff
Shoved down his throat was the 5th
out his brains, left them on the dinner table
Went home, got the to watch a little cable
Just lay your back, and about the things that I do
Throw on my timberlands, my crooked eye brew
my man Due, told me to met him at the spot
Cause is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot
Just the other day they a girl in the exit
Put her in the dorm, now she three pregnant
Damn so real in the heart of buck town
He'd better think before he dare to around

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SON GET
SON GET
SON GET
time for you to represent