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Even though mad niggas hate it, I remain the most anticipated |
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Those glad a nigga made it, blast your nickel-plateds |
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And salute the realness 'cause mad niggas fake it |
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When I peel hit the floor, I conceal bricks so raw |
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I got the sickest six-four you ever seen, I saw and conquered |
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When it's on and poppin' my dogs are barkin' to eat food |
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My enemies feel heat like Purico, some suggest they're equal lyrically |
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I'm like a Desert Eagle, mentally I measure kilos |
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Physically I'm compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal |
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The crowned Prince, my underground shit, you don't fuck around with |
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I move pies and fire loud shit, I'm in the tunnel with the crowd |
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Nigga fuck V.I.P, where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G |
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And Queens feel it when you pump that Mobb Deep |
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That Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn't involve me, I'm sorry |
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Legal hustle, Infamous affiliated, last rapper to test me, I humiliated |
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And for your information the jewels ain't rented from Jacob |
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When I move, I leave a dent in the pavement, my name ring in jail |
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And not for givin' no statement, that type of foulness consider it flagrant |
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O.T., give me a brick and see I'm gifted as Masons |
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I'm the realness, you spittin' that fake shit, life's a bitch |
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I'ma take her on an expensive vacation, if it's on I'm the Reaper |
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With the glistenin' bracelet, sleepers awakened, screamin' like |
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They seen Satan, word to Christ, I need paper, keep the fake love |
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A fake thug couldn't sell a rock on the block I was raised on |
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Get out my way, gimme mine or I'ma take what's yours |
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Make love war, spray up doors |
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Get out my way, you industry, we in the street |
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With the heat pickin' weight up raw |
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Get out my way, stop screamin', what set you rep |
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If you don't come around the way no more |
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Get out my way, who want what? Say no more |
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Matter of fact, take that chain off dog |
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I gave niggas enough time to front, I'm a beast on the street |
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Like crushed white, you can't be me, close your eyes, you can't see me |
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I'm the phantom in your conscience, the shadow in the darkness |
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Savage when I write, I'm heartless, I'm iller than you, realer than you |
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Still with more killers than you, it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory |
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Don't front on me, you didn't have cash before me |
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I'm the essence, you don't gotta like it, respect it like the ice |
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On my necklace and the fact I'm supplyin' connections if you rhyme ill |
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I'm the sickness that caused it, you thought you'd assume my position |
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I be hustlin', bubblin', gettin' money causin blind rage with the Twenties |
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Y'all niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence, we out before the Narcs |
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Get on us, my life wasn't written, yours was, you livin' a lie |
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I'm dealin' with pies, all feelings aside, my enemies kneel when I rise |
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The realness in my eyes, from blood, sweat and tears, I cried |
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I got friends who died before they got to see me shine |
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How dare you compare your weak CD to mine |
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Or think you could see me with rhymes easily |
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I'm nicer than you and all your peoples combined, yeah |
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Get out my way, gimme mine or I'ma take what's yours |
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Make love war, spray up doors |
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Get out my way, you industry, we in the street |
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With the heat pickin' weight up raw |
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Get out my way, stop screamin', what set you rep |
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If you don't come around the way no more |
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Get out my way, who want what? Say no more |
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Matter of fact, take that chain off dog |
