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Full steam ahead you know |
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you catching Ak dizzle |
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coming through live and direct |
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with my homie Snack Chizzel |
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We slam hard like Thursday |
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nights on Smack dizzle |
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make the rowdy brothers pump |
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they fist and honey's ass wiggle |
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If you unnecessarily gassed we |
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bout to put you on blast |
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pull over son not so fast |
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Me and Chan's wingspan cross |
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seas and sands |
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Netherlands to Michigan plus we |
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Big in Japan |
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You politickin with a man whose |
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down to kick it with fans |
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and keep the hits comin to |
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satisfy and fit the demands |
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Hands up when you see me like |
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I'm throwin out free *******t |
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I rip the stage LP |
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murder the remix |
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You heard of the prefix Akro |
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by now |
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slayin crowds worldwide with the |
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fat flow Biyao |
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Me and Snacky's like Jackie Chan |
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and Chris Tucker |
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If a rapper try to diss we crush |
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the mother |
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Does my mic sound fresh |
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Yeah hot to def |
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Lemme give it a little test then |
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Mic check 1 2 |
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Bad attitudes cats actin rude in |
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the club yall need to go cuz |
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We don't want you |
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No doubt we get the crowd loud |
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Ak and Chan run things boy |
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when we come through |
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Skills get shown your speakers |
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blown |
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Put up ya hands |
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Don't front you know you want to |
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You know me I never use words |
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like can't or maybe |
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On the grind when I write |
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I can't be lazy |
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Smoke Ls in the booth till the |
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sh*t get hazy |
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all them cats talkin sh*t yo |
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yall dudes can't faze me |
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Bump my sh*t that's the only way |
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you'll play me |
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Get gangsta at my label like |
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F*ck you pay me |
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Make hits take sips of that E and |
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J see |
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I'm bent when I'm broke |
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my homeboys blaze me |
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Chicks dig Snacks and that's |
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wassup |
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I love them tight jeans and how |
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you back that thang up girl |
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Get busy I control the crowd |
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make em scream and shout when |
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I spit sh*t out |
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No doubt when I'm out and about |
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don't hesitate to holla |
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On second thought don't bother |
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I'm too ******* and so gassed |
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I just might bust ass while you |
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askin for that God damn autograph |
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Does my mic sound fresh |
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Yeah hot to def |
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Lemme give it a little test then |
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Mic check 1 2 |
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Bad attitudes cats actin rude in |
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the club yall need to go cuz |
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We don't want you |
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No doubt we get the crowd loud |
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Rip and Chan run sh*t boy |
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when we come through |
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Skills get shown your speakers |
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blown |
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Put up ya hands |
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Don't front you know you want to |
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I rep the city of Bean whether |
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you lyrically fit |
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plus equipped like an Olympian |
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team |
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Gimme plenty of Henny a demi of |
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green |
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or I might have you surrender |
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your cream |
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Beantown brings things that'll |
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prevent you from livin your dream |
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spittin like a semi whenever |
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given Supreme |
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Lines that'll have you in a |
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rhyme battle shook |
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whine like an actual puss but no |
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******* are seen |
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This Boston again |
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I pity the fiend |
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Dorchester nuthin pretty in Bean |
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Any individual willing for war |
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like positioned marine |
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We could have it out in a rap |
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bout or act out |
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aggression with a beef dog get |
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smacked in the mouth |
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Mixed in you have you traveling |
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South |
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The b*tch in you made your ass |
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be out |
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Hold up gimme the trees before |
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you bounce |