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What's the outcome when your testing mines? |
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Snatch spies when the weapon reclies |
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The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed |
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Shooting a trigger, super nigga called |
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Christopher |
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Reeves No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe |
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Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed |
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A risk indeed, my format can kill, on a warpath |
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Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill |
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Mastered the skill of tongue lashing, and still |
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I unfasten my |
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Jordans, spill out the raw |
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Peel out the four, with the fifth attached |
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The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back |
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Clap the star, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard |
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It's hard crash, blow your car |
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Oddjob, some rob, some resort to |
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God Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog |
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Afford your cars, |
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Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy |
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Blowin' the stinky, drink with me |
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Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check |
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Or lay down, when |
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I'm pullin' the tech |
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I jet on your set, to disconnect it |
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Life support system, direct, your wreckless |
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The Texas |
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Chainsaw, sever you brains off |
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To hang the cost, when |
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I flame the torch [Chorus 2X: Leathafase (U-God)] |
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We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God] |
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The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses |
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Lean back in the stretch |
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Lex' Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best |
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Now, feel the force of the full court press |
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I apply the kiss of death, something for real |
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The realness, untouchable |
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Elliott Ness |
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Yo select a vet, take me off the bench, |
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I'm supposed to lynch |
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The angel in the air, you can smell the stench |
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Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west |
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I gave you a note, you can keep the rest |
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Rip the whole coast, when |
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I heat the flesh |
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At the Greek |
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Fest, hit a couple of bars |
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Smash whips and strips like bumper cars |
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Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly' |
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The baby glock nine, the size of a celly |
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Now it's a "Dilemma" like |
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Nelly and |
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Kelly Milk |
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Pirelli tire, when |
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I put that in a hurry |
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With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry |
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Very necessery when |
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I make it to the top |
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On my cock, |
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Halle Berry |
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Staten Island |
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Ferry where the legends were made |
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In the staircase, throw a rap grenade |
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Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain |
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Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain |
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He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy |
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Fish tank shoes, jumped out the |
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Caddy Grand finale, yo, the champ is here |
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The cameras glare under the chandelier |
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Why you standing there, like you can hold it down |
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There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown |
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Tear it down, down to the last compound |
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New York mix with a |
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Compton style |
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Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground |
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Lay down the carpet when |
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I walk down the aisle |
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Telephone, he keep stalking the child |
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For a misdemeanor, now |
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I'm going to trial |
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Secluded in exhile, like my sex wild |
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Private jet style, who the livest vet now? |
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Pass me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now |
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Beat onto your chest when |
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I let the tech growl [Chorus 2X] |
