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here.
I got sumthin to you.
I don't know how to it... but, I'm different.
You Naw, I ain't.
I'm saying. I'm, I'm not like you.
I'm not others.
like I've been here before.
[Verse
504's the name, I don't play
MY GON BANG!
Make the 8 for the pape, the flame
Ignite like
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no (Blade!)
No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no
I'm giving you sumthin vicious
Got em falling to pieces like dishes
I'M DIRTY!
I get all the way to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?
Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I GIVE A FUCK!
I was to BLOW! Ground rebucked!
Stay here... LAY AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can count a thousand pennies every century
Look at that, look at that, at that, GET BACK!
I get scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!?
I rip tracks and pop
I'm so popular, they gosta rock what I spray
It's time I gotta watch I say!
I get surprised when from round the crocodiles play
Oh, be nothin'!
I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be way!"
I'm ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the music
I been doing this shit, I'm trained on how to use it
The objective supply the perspective
Tacky or selective, maximum
Narcoleptic, brine
It just get no cooler, if I don't perfect it
niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain
Chopping and slicing with the of the blade!
[Chorus:
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley
There are worse things out tonight vampires.
Wright]
Like
Snipes]
me!
[Verse
I turn a sucka a supper!
gotta suffer!
Bout a had enough, why I'm coming!
ON, FUCKER!
I'm sick and tired of sick and tired
They can't hide from the pain 'cause the won't stop
They stand a ghost of a chance, but they try
A side of my mind me to get em
Bloody side, it ride
Even when a couple hundred go by
They still bite and I'm still gone fly
Yes, five fingers they necks
I run your back and come out your chest
You moving too fast, to brace yourself
AW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, yourself!
Oh my God!
Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it matter how I put it
Let me say sumthin, let me talk in the
Let me as tall as the fellas
You would, if you could, but you git up off it
I'm the on the hammer, on the nail, in the coffin
I'm marching to a different
At the head of the parade, I'm the of the blade!
KLC: 32X]
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds till
appears courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.
Posted by JB