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Yeah!! |
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Straight out the heroin infested streets of the bronx |
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Home of corrupt cops |
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Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back |
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Even if they don't fake jax |
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Fat joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers |
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In this whole rap game |
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Hey yo armageddon, let these motherfuckers know |
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[armageddon] |
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You look, i look, you invite it, i took |
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I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook |
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What's truth, what's lie? who's people, who spy? |
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It's life and death, choose live or die |
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Ultimates who made em why do we even exist? |
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When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness? |
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For any touch there's a feeling |
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Touch and y'all felt |
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We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt |
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There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air) |
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Over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo crack |
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Eject the czech from the glove compartment |
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Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson |
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It's dangerous business |
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Opposites, these strangers be bendin opposites |
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So put your face in mine, best brace your spine |
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Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine |
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My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind |
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Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind |
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When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries |
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When my fists connect, they causin major injuries |
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What you know junior? you not evil |
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[fat joe] |
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Uhh, the south bronx is the wrong place to visit |
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I don't know an mc who has enough balls to diss it |
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Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines |
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Hey yo punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme |
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[big punisher] |
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Yo, i cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig' |
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My nutty wrath'll live as long as i'm a nasty kid |
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I blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? l |
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My skills {undecipherable} puffin boom in hell |
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I doom the world like i was god and throw my gun away |
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Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away |
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Me and my brothers play hardball |
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Strictly hardcore, lyrics til i'm finished breakin god's laws |
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My job's raw but i gotta do it - i'm feelin high then buddhaed |
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So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid |
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The spot i blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids |
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I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge |
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There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls |
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Just load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers |
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Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt |
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To finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts |
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[fat joe] |
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The south bronx is the wrong place to visit |
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I don't know an mc who has enough balls to diss it |
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Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines |
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Hey yo keith nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme |
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[keith nut] |
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Yo, i cause damage, rap's redhanded bandit |
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Well i'll be god damnit, i kick ass like i'm yo' parents |
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Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order |
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Got kicked out my church cause i got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter |
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Menace like dennis on the m.i.c. |
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You best run son, i'm sendin emcees up shit's creek |
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So don't sleep, cause i creep, on new york streets |
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Like i'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks |
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Yo, i'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids |
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Take em home, fuck em good, then send em back to you in bandages |
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You lose, cause i got, the ill street, and still keep |
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The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the east coast |
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So watch your back black, bronx niggaz don't play |
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If you ever fake jax, i'll slit yo' throat like o.j. |
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[fat joe] |
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Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew |
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Straight out the south bronx |
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The livest motherfuckin corners of the bronx |
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Keepin in realer, my motherfuckin nigga keith nut |
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Armageddon the reddin |
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My nigga big dog punisher |
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Straight out the full eclipse camp |
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All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah |
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Watch your motherfuckin back |
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Blow out the back of your domepiece |
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D.i.t.c. forever motherfucker.. |
