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Yo, aiyyo I smoke weed from housin pa, phillies is hot one
Niggaz betta stop dunn, or catch a hot one
I'm like the top gun, mohawk shit
Rock my hat back, as long you don't fuck with onyx
Then you safe in iraq, I like to dubba
All of my niggaz, we tear the cover up
We do a song keep the shit fuckin ghetto like a hood see-saw
So what what, fuckin dick, what's the recall for?
Yo, every other week you got a brand new law
Yo them crackheads not, knowin what to do wit they time
That's why they really wanna focus on iraq crime
So what what, fuck you nigga yo we takin shine
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Im not a killa I just bust a lot
Criminal life is dangerous ill
Trained to kill in the stainless steel
Got grimy niggas that'll label you west
South suicide wake the dead
Spread three eights and let it raise ya head
Jail bound eternally hell bound
22 shots of shell round rock ya head in the ground
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Yo I'm the livest nigga alive, watch me show you
I'll blow your head of your shoulders your own mother won't know you
Don't make me blast you with a rubic capsule
My crew will capture you and trap you inside of koopa's castle
I turn ya soon to statue like medusa's lookin at you
Or subtract you like dudes in math do
I'm always moving past you even when I use the bathroom
Wipe my asshole with pages straight out the book of matthew
Im lookin at you with my third optical vision
I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical woman
Now I'm locked in position ready to rock with convictio
Chewbaca's descendants blasting you with cosmical weapons
You might as well listen cuz you out of suggestions
Tied up submission of you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Peace to onyx I miss them for they knowledge and wisdom
Pay homage and listen to hip-hop's newest and most volatle addition
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Now sticky fingaz, I'm still alive
That mean the greatest rapper of all time ain't never died
Mtv won't even play my video
They scared to death motha fuckas tryin to ban me
I'm the one who told ol' dirty to shut down the grammys
You think they thinkin kid well me stick
I don't care if puffy do ya remix!
I'm crazy, runnin up in def jam with a handgun
Fuck a royalty I'm a hold russell for ransom
I'll make you sleep where the worms do
I couldn't care less if you ate shit and died and turned blue
Niggaz like us gonna bring the game back
There's so many wack rappers out here I don't know where to aim at
I swear to God ain't nobody touchin me
Next time you see me gonna be the last thing you ever see
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Fred Scruggs, Christopher Rios, Tyrone Taylor, Edward Hinson, Kirk Jones, Victor Santiago