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Intro 1
(Big L, rest in peace)
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(Do you wanna mess with this?)
(One of the best yet)
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(We've got it)
(You can feel the realness)
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(In this business of rap)
(Go ahead)
Verse 1
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Fresh out the gate again,
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time to raise the stakes again
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Fatten my plate again,
y'all cats know we always play to win
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G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
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Haters took this shit too far, son
So that's all for you,
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I'm wiping out your whole team
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I'll splatter your dreams
with lyrics to shatter your schemes
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The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
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The more lies you sell,
now by surprise, you fell
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Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches
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Stupid, you know the God must bless
every single mic he touches
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I've suffered, just so I could return harder
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Wanna be the shit starter,
fuck around, make you a martyr
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I'll make you famous, turn around
then make you nameless
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'Cause you never understood
how vital to me this rap game is
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Save it and hold that, you'll catch a hot one
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Rhymes'll chase a fake nigga down
soon as I spot one
Chorus 1
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Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
In this business of rap
Full clip
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Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
So I suggest you take a rest
Verse 2
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So if you stand in my way, I'ma have to spray
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Learn that if you come against me, son,
you're gonna have to pray
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Since back in the day I held the weight
and kept my head up
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They wanna see the God catch an L,
it's all a set up
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I give no man or thing power over me
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Why these niggas so jealous
and looking sour over me?
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I'm bolder G, I'm like impossible to stop
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I'm like that nigga in the ring with you,
impossible to drop
I'm like two magazines
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fully loaded to your one
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Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin' 'til you're done
Plus, more than ever
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I got my whole shit together
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More than a decade of hits that'll live forever
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Catching rep off my name, you're bound to fry
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Know how many niggas that I know
that's down to die
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We never fail, and we ain't never been frail
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You niggas talk crime, but you scared of jail
Chorus 2
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Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
In this business of rap
Full clip
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Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
So I suggest you take a rest
Verse 3
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Attacking like a slick Apache,
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lyrics are trigger happy
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Blowin' back your wig piece
just for the way you're looking at me
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Cock back, blaow, I hit you up right now
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I don't know why so many of y'all
wanna be thugs anyhow
Face the consequence
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of your childish nonsense
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I can make your head explode
just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope
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and metaphorically snipe ya
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I never liked ya, I gas that ass
and then ignite ya
The flame thrower,
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make your peeps afraid to know ya
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How many times I told ya,
play your position small soldier
My heart is colder,
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makes me wanna resort to violence
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Stop beating me in the head, son,
nah, I'm not buying it I'm ready to blast,
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ready to surpass and harass
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I'm ready to flip, yeah,
and ready to dip with all the cash
I hold my chrome steady,
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So watch your dome already
'cause this one might hit
Chorus 3
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Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
In this business of rap
Full clip
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Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
Outro 1
So I suggest you take a rest
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[Fade out]
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