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(feat. Polite) |
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Yeah yeah.. |
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Terrorists, Killa-Arm.. |
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Yeah, my squad.. |
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What the deal? .. |
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Killa Sin, Shogun the Assassin (you know my team) |
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4th Disciple, 9th Prince, Beretta 9 (yeah) |
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Islord, yo.. yo.. |
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[Dom Pachino] |
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What's the deal black man? What's that in ya hand? |
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Whattcha tryna sell us? That supposed to be a gram? |
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Understand; I'm through with the white shit |
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Now I write shit, go in the booth and recite shit |
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Hype shit, uhh, tight shit, dynamite shit |
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Make Benjamin Franklin, wanna fly a kite shit |
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Write shit everytime I recite shit |
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Ignite shit, make the sun shine bright and shit |
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Explosive, have ya best friend notice I'm potent |
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So nasty, that ya mom dukes wouldn't condone it |
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Automatic, no static, like a digital component |
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The mic; I boned it, love love and then disowned it |
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I'm back, Peurto Rican man from the stack |
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It's just an island but put my whole team on the map |
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We universal, geographical the beat is hurtin you |
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Closin in, on ya weak ass, made for a certain few |
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Who know, look, listen, observe, and understand Wu |
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Damn you, ignorant nigga, I have to can you |
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Lift you, from the earth crust, then bodyslam you |
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Keep playin with the cards you was dealt, cuz life's a gamble |
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[Polite] |
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Aiyyo the only thing we promised in this life is death |
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So I'ma die for some get high, or one in my chest |
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Stay icey no matter what block I'm on |
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See me hoppin out the whip with my boxers on |
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I'm a part time rapper, full time criminal |
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Get rid of you, robbin you cats is like a ritual |
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I'm here now, niggaz ain't servin me |
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Better tryna murder me, cuz y'all can't handle me verbally |
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Threat to society, got the feds eye on me |
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Blood's gon' shed if you faggots keep tryin me |
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It's war dick, throw the four in ya dawg's face |
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And blow the feathers out his motherfuckin Northface |
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Nigga more money more problems |
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Fuck that nigga, more money, more revolvers |
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And I pop off nigga, don't tempt or push me |
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You are what you eat, in other words - pussy! |
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[Hook] |
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Aiyyo the rules don't change in the game, only the faces |
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Tied up, niggaz get found in strange places |
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Bust shots, dodgin the cops and fed's agents |
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Bodies get recover in lots and dark basements |
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Rules don't change in the game, only the faces |
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Tied up, niggaz get found in strange places |
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Bust shots, dodgin the cops and fed's agents |
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Bodies get recover in lots and dark basements |
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[Killa Sin] |
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Live wire brigade, razorblade attire, we raid |
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Space invade, blazin haze before we sever the stage |
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I'm never afraid, mainly concerned of others outcome |
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Like (?) the block sales, we put 'em in ya mouth son |
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What we not about, one - games not excuses |
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Further reference, tighten up the loosen for steppin |
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Keep ya mind on ya money, not mine, nuttin funny |
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No smiles, leave you sunny side up, nose runny |
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Not snot neither, ER screen, we got a bleeder |
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Doc need a mop, to clean up the spot when the receive ya |
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Not a hardrock, but a rockhard, and niggaz love that |
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You see me in the streets, it's all love, I give the love back |
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[Hook] |
