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[movie sample] |
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You picked the wrong night to talk shit |
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'cuz tonight I'm a nigga wit nothin' to lose |
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I'm a very dangerous type of nigga' to fuck wit! |
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[Dreddy Kruger] |
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My Clan is thick like plaster |
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Bust ya, slash ya, Dutch Master rapper |
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White cracker slapper, twist darts like Cappa |
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When I smoke trees, before and after |
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Supreme rapper, jaw tapper |
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Track by True Mast' and John The Baptist, bitch |
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Nuttin' but classic hits from Miami to Bushwick |
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My voice alone attracts mothafuckas in masses |
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Fat asses with glasses, 85% of you hot dogs sound like asses |
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You're soft like ashes, lookin' funny like rashes |
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[Timbo King] |
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I'm like straight up Oak, y'all niggas just plain panel |
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Guns from El Salvador, ask Mic Ammo |
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Crossfire, bullets ricochet horizontal |
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Brooklyn Bridge/Verrazano, niggas know the motto |
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So follow the path, acknowledge the craft |
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Swallowed a whole bottle of math since biology glass |
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Grand archery, bow and arrow split your grand larceny |
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Apple on the head, Robin Hood's robbin' goods |
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In these wild lands, a Desert Eagle in a child's hand |
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Your style's bland, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water |
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You never know, my son might fuck Mariah's daughter |
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Ill visions of victory without a battle |
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Breeze through tracks like cold winds throughout Seattle |
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Sound travels through fiber-optics under gravel |
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Dominate it's 360 and it try to handle |
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Niggas try to handle |
