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ft. Beneficence |
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This city lights attractive, the sparks reactive |
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Gangsters on the prowl, you will get held captive |
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Alleyway flow, dynamite, C-4 |
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Golly my dues, it's power to the people |
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Time's epic, no message, you step in retched |
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Call your dogs off, it's like puddles versus shepherds |
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This is our tech rap, claims much respect that |
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Element of surprise so you can't expect that |
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My dues be legal money so cribs accessorize |
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Savvy and sharp and with that we enterprise |
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Slick talk, chief exec', left handed writing checks |
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We depend like a sword, beat the track to death |
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Still move like a boss, extreme diamond enforce |
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And he sees a quarter legion to recoup the loss |
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Whoever comes up short pays the ultimate cost |
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Give the snitches to business for revealing the source |
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From the x to the bricks, putting out hits |
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Bitch, take the Actavis, whipping it for six |
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Legion is the team, who you rolling with? |
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Who you gonna get when we aim, fire, spit? |
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Yo, my flow be crazy, yeah, that kid is hot and hazy |
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Uptown they be like C-Low is wavy |
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My Yankee's navy and no, I don't play no game |
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Like 50 Cent, Dr. Dre, and Shady |
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Ha, my name is Smash, world famous |
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Bulls-eye, shots so hot, my aim is |
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On your anus, can't tame us or blame us |
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Fuck around, leave your ass nameless |
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From the x to the bricks, putting out hits |
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Bitch, take the Actavis, whipping it for six |
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Legion is the team, who you rolling with? |
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Who you gonna get when we aim, fire, spit? |
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I'm not a prodigy but I can read havoc on your mind |
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Your niggas is shook, I could teach you how to rob |
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With some B and Giletty, on your breaks the spaghetti |
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At the end of the day I did it all for the fetty |
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So die, you ain't dead, move like a hustle, put my finger on the trig' |
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Moppey niggas out like a puffing on the six |
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Hold the court in the street like a farce, you dig |
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And you a nig' and I ain't talking 'bout no spades |
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I'm lying, I'm trying to put this desert on your waves |
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Fogging on this room like I'm puffing on some haze |
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Bullets ricochet, hitting the veins of you, lames |
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And it's a damn shame, got head from your dame |
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Mouth full of semen while she's still screaming my name |
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But I auto-tune it out like the bitch was T-Pain |
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The Legion, Beneficence running this damn game |
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From the x to the bricks, putting out hits |
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Bitch, take the Actavis, whipping it for six |
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Legion is the team, who you rolling with? |
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Who you gonna get when we aim, fire, spit? |
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This corner raised me, hardly got sleep |
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In the battle bullets grace me, still we're here to compete |
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This only beat is for followers, NBN is a keeps |
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Pimps, prostitutes, hustlers, and thieves |
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Niggas judge us every week spilling favors for thieves |
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Money's the only disease, death's claiming fatalities |
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Metal spoons and balloons, overcrowded where there's room |
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CO's holders of the key that could get you out soon |
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From the x to the bricks, putting out hits |
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Bitch, take the Actavis, whipping it for six |
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Legion is the team, who you rolling with? |
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Who you gonna get when we aim, fire, spit? |