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(feat. Icarus, Red Cafe, Sy Scott) [Sy Scott] |
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Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician |
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Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking |
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Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen |
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With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it |
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We check the barrel and start respinnin' it |
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We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them |
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My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium |
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Stay grippin'' em, |
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I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance |
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That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates |
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Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness |
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I rhyme with |
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Sid Vicious viciousness |
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You be kiddin, soft like kittens |
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My grills are pit bulls they will kill when |
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I say sick'em |
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Restrain me, restrict me |
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I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended nigga [Chorus] |
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You got a problem with |
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E If you got a problem, come a holla at me |
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And if you want it, we can get it started |
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Plus I got the whole squad siding with me [Icarus] |
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Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee |
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Smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake |
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Violate and |
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I will retaliate |
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I don't battle fake niggaz, |
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I'm heavyweight nigga |
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GMG, fam, we gladly hotta |
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Behold the sorcerer's stone like |
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Harry Potter |
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And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders |
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Can't get near the dadda, |
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I swear to |
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God I'll come find where you hidin' |
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Have my high, finding beamers and ninas |
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Leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna |
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I'm a fucking five star general, to drive cars into you |
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Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you |
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This message intended to, who's ever offended duke |
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Yeah you my nigga, but you could still get it too |
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So don't test me, |
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I don't wanna do this shit to you [Chorus] [Red Cafe] |
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Live from the |
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NY state And |
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I got one question, guess what's in my waste |
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Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk |
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To get that |
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Jacob watch, |
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I'll cut your wrist off |
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I'm in the limo too long to turn |
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And this motherfuckin' dutch taking long to burn |
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I'm impatient, this is a song you learn |
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Make money, take money, and |
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I'm hear to confirm my occupation |
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The new boss of course, the new |
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Porsche I pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off |
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You too soft, |
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Red Cafe from |
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New York I tell a bitch quick, |
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I'm hot can't cool off |
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I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos |
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My firearms stick to my waste like |
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Velcro It's |
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R.C. nothing phony about me, with |
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E double the |
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O.G. you know me [Chorus] [Erick Sermon] |
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Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor |
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I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters |
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I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper |
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I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper man |
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I'm not M. |
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J. I'm a lover and a fighter |
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That's why |
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I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper |
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I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands |
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Hard since |
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Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man |
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I did time, a thirteen year bid |
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I'm gutter |
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E, I'm hanging on the side of crib |
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I'm a fan, but |
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I hate what you're doing |
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Whenever you performing shows it's me booing |
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Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty |
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Dog, ya need more team to get me |
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I'm a G, and my |
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Unit come through like |
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Fifty [Chorus x2] |
