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feat. A-F-R-O & R.A. The Rugged Man |
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[Intro] |
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Don Corleone hear to tell you about loyalty, respect and underground ************t |
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[Verse 1: Afro] |
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Mother****** man, bet your bridges wither and dance |
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Oblivious now, primitive, I remember you when I was writing with pencils |
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And I [?] to buy the album child imbeciles and I was a coward [?] ten powerful minutes for |
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The crowd, the men, rowdy about as [?] as sour diesel, out to seek a [?] |
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Out to reaching demons around [?] ****** and now, [?] them now, seek the child |
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Teach em how I'm preaching means and [?] while [?] even rhymes [?] leaking by the evening |
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Who would've thought the hammer hit ya? |
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The Ruger spark leave you handicapped trapped in wheelchairs |
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Drop bomb come flow forming on |
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And pour the [?] rum [?] Don Corleone |
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Take this off of the vengeance, refuse to amend all you're used to, remember that you're useful |
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Ah, and the Godfather speaks, R.A., Vinnie Paz, Stoupe on a beat, lets go |
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[Hook] |
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You go against the family |
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You get buried, it's R.A., Afro, Stoupe and Vinnie P |
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Cause most these rappers nowadays just fairies |
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And y'all could never ****** with JMT |
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(****** around and catch the left and the right fists) |
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[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] |
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Yo, [?] blue diablo, do a [?] do Diallo |
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I had to kill em with [?] animal rettiliano |
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[?] by a giallo, I beat apollo, you eat a hollow |
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Hole in your middle, look like a seed of avacado |
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Life gone, I'm beyond body harm, carry an arm in my palm |
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Leave you bloodier than Carrie at the prom |
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Man damn damn, kick a four man tan |
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Wigawoo bam bam, bigalow, bigger flow, when it blows |
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[?] eighty banana, ran with the har-di-har |
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Had to hammer the Alabama to where the trackers are |
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Banner made it, Hannah [?] rather [?] than avatar |
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Stamina like the men out of Panama passing the law |
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Mack and Mary Magdalene, how would you [?] from Shalamar |
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Back when assassin like come back with walkers and [?] |
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Pill to a pylaunchy, the ill Bill Cosby |
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Ill hobby, kill the body of [?], I killed Gandhi |
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Ya like Chi-Lites, dice and knife fights |
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Mics, syllables, slain, slit your [?] is a precise slice |
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Sacrifice, lose [?] beautiful life, Christ |
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And I could conquer the Devil and I could revise [?], common |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] |
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Common, the mythical man who come from indivisible fam |
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You pitiful fam, this ************t is gonna get physical fam |
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You kicking the can, I'm visual like Dariel |
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I'm gentle like stabbing you with a pencil inside of the instrumental |
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If that ain't what you was into, I'll slide inside of your mental |
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And provide you with a rhyme, make it silence the instrumental |
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I body you with a [?] but that'll probably be drawn |
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It's not so hidden, it got a kind of me gone |
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And I'mma probably be wrong and y'all will probably be on |
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The anomaly is how you'll be on a quality song |
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The bodies is on my lawn, the bodies have been deformed |
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The bodies have been piling up like I've been silently gone |
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I had to sound the alarm, I had to try to get rid of em |
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Riddle em with the riddlin, little bit of adrenaline |
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A little bit of medicine in the middle of Italy |
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The only way to really begin again is to end again |
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[Hook] |
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(You know who I am, come back and ready to fly over |
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You know who I am, come out your [?] and get shot drastically |
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You know who I am, come back and ready to fly over |
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You know who I am) |
