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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
Verse 3
Yo uh huh uh huh
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Staar
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Surround sounder blunt
smokin remy downer
Verse 4
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Hip hop sizzar slingin my
raw in your flounder
Verse 5
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You get skidawed
undertakin' undergrounders
Verse 6
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This lyricist lounge with
low that be lounger
Verse 7
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Aliens is out of townish fuck applause
Verse 8
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niggas clap now with forty
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pounders an d forty fours
Verse 9
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Is it all fair in love with war
Verse 10
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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
Verse 11
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Verse 12
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My vocal cords break the laws
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that apply to nature
Verse 13
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Low and these niggas love to hate ya
Verse 14
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Request the henney straight no chaser
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towerin' I skyscrape ya
Now gimme yours [Star]
Verse 16
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ciple, arch rival reppin
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with weapons that homicidal
Verse 17
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Star leaves you marked from the start like
tribal scars
Verse 18
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(Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb
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and arms spinnin' like Christ
Verse 19
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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
Verse 21
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camoflauge your wealth
Verse 22
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Like the bible with parabels
Verse 23
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With the navigator, spittin razor sharp,
breath laser data
Verse 24
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That'll tickle you now,
but sway you later
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[Method Man]
Verse 25
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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
Verse 27
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Still not a player, I just
fuck a lot the panty raider
Verse 28
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Get shortys mad, they curse
you wild on your sky pager
Stankin' ass [Polite]
Verse 29
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Yo Mr.
Big Mouth,
better duck down or bite the bullet
Verse 30
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You nig gas got guns but
you scared to death to pull it
Verse 31
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Bet if I pull my gun I'm
Verse 32
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
Verse 36
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Foul thoughts paralyzin temples,
it's just that simple
Chorus
Verse 37
with your best gun
Verse 38
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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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Verse 42
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Best to come with your best gun
Verse 43
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it's all war no fun
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you niggas under pressure now
Verse 45
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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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like a four fifth glock
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hop
shilock and all you clique got
Verse 49
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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
Verse 51
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
Verse 55
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s, cripple smiles,
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my rhymes are four five
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The size
Verse 56
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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
Verse 58
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stay in line punk,
Verse 59
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(Fucking with your mind?)
[Polite]
Verse 60
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the actual, sixteen bars,
Verse 61
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Never go against my team,
Verse 62
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
Verse 64
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Ruin your side show, eyes low,
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brains fried from hydro
Verse 65
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bass off or either die slow
Verse 66
We all scholars when it's time
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to clean a dirty dollar
Verse 67
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it's like a rotweiler
[Method Man]
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Niggas comin out they shoes like
they Usher
Verse 69
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
Verse 72
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]
Verse 86
You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun
Verse 87
Niggas be bowlin', you niggas
under pressure now
Verse 88
My squads down for whatever
with whoever now
Let's get it on
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