Тональность: E minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Yeah
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let me tell you somethin'
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Only niggas that can rap like this
Is H- A- V- O- C and the
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come back kid wha
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Stop you could never sound like this
You not unique like P
Look how I freak this shit
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You the greatest of the hard core ones
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The best ever i'm utterly grimey
Who does it better? Listen
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These other rappers all rapping trickey
Toying with me boy I get silly
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Like big bags of dust and
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White e & j and sprite you mix it up
This quality hood shit
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Yeah all punk and garbage
And people buying that bullshit
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Oh my God it's a helluva drought
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Of fine time to rhyme
Pull your hardrives out and
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Dig through the archive
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Maybe you can find an old dusty hot one
Cuz that new shit you got
Verse 2
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Who you bullshittin? You ain't top five
Who you tryin' to goose up?
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You ain't hot slime you just a cold pussy
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You just a coulda, shoulda,
woulda ass nigga
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You ain't never be alive
nigga
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Verse 3
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I'm as alive as they come
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With the eletrical tape
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Couldn't stop this fire when the wire break
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I annihiliate, violate somethin'
phishies
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Nutricious, eat food have my
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Goons doing dishes? Am I too spe cific?
I beg to differ
Hand on the bible swear to be
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Whateva the first one got
a nigga hypcriting
First sign of border less spittin?
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Who you gettin' ya whole
A whole bunch of dead kittens
heads missing
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Ya know it's serious when
the feds phishing
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They not gonna find nothin'
In the shark tank
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Nothin but algae an d live
bait
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Clareece couldn't figure out
my mind state
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You wanted me death sent on
a blind date
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The unforgettable look that eyes make
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I see it in my dreams and when I awake
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Interlude 1
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Yeah
Verse 4
that's how my shit spray
When I'm spittin' these bars get
The fuck out da way
Or you gonna be a target
I don't do battles i engage combat
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Within the streets not in da street
Put the coins on your eyes
before the defeat
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Since you first heard of us
You wanted to be just like me
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Hands on your neck tatted just like P
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Long chain swinging
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Dingaling ringing mad bells in the
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Salon I got dem singing
My praise is the craze
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It's dem Queensbridge dogs
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Nobody make music like dis anymore
It's just a bunch of reckless
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Raps that makes no sense
A hunnid bodies on your song
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Yeah real intelligent
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You's a writer of fiction straight novelist
So many keys you woulda thought
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You was a locksmith
Outro 1
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