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It be the |
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B.T.J's, wit lyrics for all |
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We be on point wit the joints, cuz we takin no fall |
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So I'mma go for mine (so son, go for yours) |
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Yo I'mma go for mine (so son, go for yours) [El Sha] |
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My crew be in the mix, like name brand kicks |
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The kids that only deal wit that type of nonsense |
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You can't get wit, |
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D.K.S. self evident |
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Adolescence, reign the supreme court, in any, every, meant [Lil Knock] |
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The time was approximately eleven forty three |
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When the D called me, and told me, we must be |
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Lyrically, the best that he says, the |
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K N O C K, and |
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S and K, it's spray |
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Comin away, the |
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B.T.J., it be they |
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I'mma hold it down, wit sounds |
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Like clowns, walk the trey pound |
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Now in the underground, |
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B.T.J. just entered |
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Remember, the |
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S comes last like |
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December Once shit cock it's time to |
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Rock like the |
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Monsta In reality, |
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B.T.J., is lyrically responsible for all difficulties [El Sha] |
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My lyrics oppose a threat to the best |
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M.C. yet And appears nightmares for those who slept |
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Also the biters, claimin they writers |
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They need to think about what they talk about |
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When you exposin your dirt, that's when you dummin out |
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Dwellin in the |
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PJ's, all day, hangin out wit nothin to do |
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Them rebellin niggas is mad, cuz |
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I'm tellin the truth |
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Hittin yo wit mind craftin, flows to molecular cord graphin [Chorus 2X] [Lil Knock] |
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Aiyo one day it was me and the |
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D Walkin down the street, some niggas stepped to me |
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Said are you |
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Lil R-U-T- |
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I-Z He said |
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I heard you nice on the muthafuckin |
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M-I-C Battle me, battle right here, and let's see |
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So we kicked a verse that didn't hurt |
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So I hit 'em worst, to let him know |
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I don't play those games |
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Save 'em for the jerks, |
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D. Verbs said "Son, let me get some" |
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I said "No, cuz he's a victim, and he probably in my premises You know when I open my book wit my lyrics I'm endin this" (No question) |
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All this shit he poppin in my ears |
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Fuckin ejected, he can't hang wit my style |
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Look now, here's man fillin it, back to like what |
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I was sayin |
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I start extortin, |
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I'm not playin |
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You want Lil |
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Knock? I come on your block |
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Cock and then start sprayin, lyrics |
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So don't start what you can't finish |
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Cuz I will be sure to end whatever you created [El Sha] |
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Mentally you can't function |
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Physically you dead wit the push of this button |
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Explosion be corruptin, from the expert of execution |
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I met Lil |
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Knock at the junction |
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He was talkin about walkin, to the tree spot |
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We took the |
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L to New Rox, we got stopped by two cops |
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Talkin about "Where the two glocks?", we doo wops |
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How was I two glocks? |
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Man, it's too hot |
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And I'm cold, so let me go, |
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I never hold |
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Whoever told you, that |
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I do la? Lil |
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Sha, fuck a do or die |
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Nigga die, because of what they do |
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I do what |
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I do wit my crew |
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Po-po was hype, they was like "You bite, stick wit the mic device" |
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Drivin off, said "Have a good night" |
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Personally |
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I might, and all that shit |
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I said was a psych' [Break] |
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So who's the crew that give nightmares to those who slept (D.K.S.) |
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Constantly flown wit finesse (D.K.S.) |
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Puttin all comp' to rest (D.K.S.) |
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Be the best so you can't contest |
