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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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[Featuring Star Polite]
[Method Man]
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(There...there?) One more game
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Yo uh huh uh huh
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Staar
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Surround sounder blunt
smokin remy downer
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Hip hop sizzar slingin my
raw in your flounder
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You get skidawed
undertakin' undergrounders
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This lyricist lounge with
low that be lounger
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Aliens is out of townish fuck applause
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niggas clap now with forty
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pounders an d forty fours
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Is it all fair in love with war
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Young 'uns with guns, acting
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like they taking yours, uh
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Live by the sword, they gonna
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My vocal cords break the laws
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that apply to nature
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Low and these niggas love to hate ya
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Request the henney straight no chaser
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towerin' I skyscrape ya
Now gimme yours [Star]
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ciple, arch rival reppin
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with weapons that homicidal
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Star leaves you marked from the start like
tribal scars
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(Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb
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and arms spinnin' like Christ
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Recitin' psalms in the streets
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of Babylon
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(Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells
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camoflauge your wealth
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Like the bible with parabels
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With the navigator, spittin razor sharp,
breath laser data
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That'll tickle you now,
but sway you later
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[Method Man]
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On this one call me Lee Major
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Million dollar man,
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bionic or professor chronic
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Still not a player, I just
fuck a lot the panty raider
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Get shortys mad, they curse
you wild on your sky pager
Stankin' ass [Polite]
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Yo Mr.
Big Mouth,
better duck down or bite the bullet
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You nig gas got guns but
you scared to death to pull it
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Bet if I pull my gun I'm
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gon' squeeze
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I'm startin at your head, son,
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and stoppin' at your knees
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I hate your screwmugs, rumble
counterfeit thugs
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bet they come and get it in blood
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gave birth to a corrupt mental
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Foul thoughts paralyzin temples,
it's just that simple
Chorus
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with your best gun
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Niggas be holdin',
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you niggas under pressure now
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squads down for whatever
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Best to come with your best gun
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it's all war no fun
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you niggas under pressure now
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My squads down for whatever
with whoever now
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[Star]
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Arm leg shots to hit the spot
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hop
shilock and all you clique got
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Was lip lock, heavy heat,
steady street sweepin your peeps
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Hawks, machete
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chops puttin'
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cease to your petty fleets
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This raw rebel got more
metal than pop
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when my glock shoots the scores settled
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attack,
I'm bound to clap rounds of rap
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Clowns
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are found flat,
face down around the map
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s, cripple smiles,
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my rhymes are four five
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The size
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oh two nines combine,
can't even tickle mine
[Method Man]
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told your ass a thousand times, chump
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stay in line punk,
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(Fucking with your mind?)
[Polite]
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the actual, sixteen bars,
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Never go against my team,
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they might embarrass you
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Slit- slang terrorist talk, fully armed
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I'ma put a hole in your paws
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Ruin your side show, eyes low,
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bass off or either die slow
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We all scholars when it's time
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it's like a rotweiler
[Method Man]
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Niggas comin out they shoes like
they Usher
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These motherfuckers on the run,
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and they socks from
Iron Lungster, rain and thunder
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Here come the lightning now I'm
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strikin' back at niggas bitin'
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Pushin' buttons just to step
away from self- destruction
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Inch and a half away from
touchin' somethin'
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Suckin' away from bustin'
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y'all brothers laugh now and cry later
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I rap from Alpha to Omega,
sixty four to Sega
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Whoopin' that ass, walk
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you dogs through the lookin' glass
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Been burnin' MC's since
cookin' class
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hot like the
summer in the crackspot
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With blacktops, my nickle slot,
triple bar, hit the jackpot
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On each block, I'm the remedy,
send them back to me
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After detock, shorty got
knuckles in the Reebok
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Plus we got a problem
with the Benz
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(What's the problem with the Benz)
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She want the six- hundred,
but she ain't got the ends
Chorus
[All]
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You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun
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Niggas be bowlin', you niggas
under pressure now
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My squads down for whatever
with whoever now
Let's get it on
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