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Bobby, Bobby, |
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Bobby, Bobby, |
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Bobby, Bobby, |
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Bobby, Bobby, |
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BobbyWord up |
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Digital, Digital |
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Terrorist shit, terrorist shit, come and get a hold of it |
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Tune of the |
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Black Knight, |
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Killarm, Killarm, |
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KillarmContemplate on how to run this shit, universally forever runnin' |
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Reflect shots off my [Incomprehensible] will split your nugget'(New shit) |
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Thoughts too rugged, extortionate cream from off the budget |
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Refugees of the |
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Terrorist, fans, they fuckin' love it |
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Insurance can't cover it, maximum is a minimum |
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Niggas, they try to dub it, yo |
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It's the hottest shit on the streets since summer '86 |
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My prefix, it's like a remix, throw wind bricks |
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Try and dub the shit is accurate |
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Come for your head, it's |
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Immaculate |
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Conception |
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When my rep is, bustin' shots |
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Niggas tryin' to discuss my business around the neighborhood |
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Yo, switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos |
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Up in these killin' fields you bound to die slow |
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Your style staggers like a drunken whino |
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That's why, there's no hope to defeat a |
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Black Knight |
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That's like tryin' to walk a type rope |
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Switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos |
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Up in these killin' field you bound to die slow |
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Your style staggers like a drunken whino |
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That's why, there's no hope to defeat a |
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Black Knight |
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That's like tryin' to walk a type rope, wit no feet |
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Mercenary team, streets of concrete |
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Sasquash dump a nigga ass on wide |
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FridayInvincible, doctor destruct thought |
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My lyrics ran ward like |
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Lebanon are troops, a |
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Desert Storm |
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It be on son, |
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Compton is the city where |
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I come from |
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Act dumb if you want to and catch a hot one |
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It's that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight |
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Don't give a fuck 'cuz every night is our night |
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Rap bygones, smash pit, fire outta cons |
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Fuck bygones, rely on |
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Islam and my pythons |
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Squeeze off long diss, window pitch, control of this |
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Gun pack recover my wrist, blast from this |
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Have these fake fucks cursin' my name |
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Knowin' damn, well, |
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I'm hurtin' the same |
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What part of the game you playin', get insane |
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Yo three months ago we was on, fall is short now |
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Chasin' the don, your money ain't long |
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Faggot fuck, bag 'em up, stick him in the back of my truck |
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Strip 'em and smack him up for actin' up |
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He's slitherin', hit him in the ribs again |
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Broke the code of honor that we livin' in |
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Could lead to the whole click, dismember when |
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Never that, |
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Killarm roll strong |
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Even though you born, watch the crew but still hold on |
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I love you when that drink, you probably told me who bust you |
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Should of payed attention but |
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I slept so for that |
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I gotta dust two devils off, headed off, all that |
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Fuck it, blow trial stat, |
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Law and Order cat gotta serve justice |
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What, fuck this, adjust, get your musket and bust quick word up |
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, these |
