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here.
I got sumthin to you.
I don't how to explain 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 dope name, I play
MY GON BANG!
Make the 8 for the pape, the flame
Ignite propane
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 porcelain dishes
I'M DIRTY!
I get all the way to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?
Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T A FUCK!
I was to BLOW! Ground rebucked!
here... LAY DOWN AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can count a hundred pennies every century
Look at that, look at that, at that, GET BACK!
I get very scary the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!?
I rip and pop tapes
I'm so popular, they just rock what I spray
It's time I gotta watch I say!
I get surprised sumthin from round the crocodiles play
Oh, be nothin'!
I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, be that way!"
I'm ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the music
I been this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it
The objective supply the proper
Tacky or selective, effective
Narcoleptic, brine
It just don't get no cooler, if I perfect it
Y'all niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my
Chopping and slicing the edge of the blade!
KLC]
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley
There are worse things out than vampires.
Wright]
Like
Snipes]
me!
[Verse
I turn a sucka a supper!
They suffer!
Bout a had enough, why I'm coming!
ON, FUCKER!
I'm sick and tired of being sick and
They can't hide from the pain 'cause the noise stop
They stand a ghost of a chance, but they try
A side of my tell me to get em
Bloody side, it ride
Even when a couple hundred go by
They still gone bite and I'm still fly
Yes, five around they necks
I run thru back and come out your chest
You moving too fast, forgot to brace
AW SHIT! it come, nigga, brace yourself!
Oh my God!
worry, I'm a get ya, it don't matter how I put it
Let me say sumthin, let me talk in the
Let me stand as 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 of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade!
[Chorus: KLC:
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching till fade]
Mystikal courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.
Posted by JB