Motherfuckin GP in the motherfuckin house
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With shorty Shy
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[Rubbabandz]
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Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when I, start to stain
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Crab niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grain
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I bring drama to your earpiece, when I bust
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Raps niggaz collapse, in fact turn to slush
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It only takes a second to die
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It only takes a minute to get high
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The hoods that I run with really don't care
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Bustin at God with our pistols in the air
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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No more loses, I'm bringin in da bosses
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You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherfuck them horses
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I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger
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I live day by day, but my mind set on the future
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Drunk with vexism, handin out bad desicions
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Got shit locked like state prisons
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MC destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for ya
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When I'm red niggaz die from paranoia
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Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not
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Or I'll be runnin shit in ya' spot
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Die Hard, crackin shit, like Ty Cobb
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Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob
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Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai
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Then blow the smoke all in your eye
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You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it
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That's why you wanna constantly rewind it
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[Down Low Reka]
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Yo, D. Allah represent at sparkin mics like flint
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With style that you can inhale and get the nigga bent
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Cash Rules, no choice but bein top biller
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Have ya blinded by the fire like that bitch in the killer
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You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms
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That's Acquired to break down Immune Systems
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In any battle I'm-a come in first
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With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a fuckin curse
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I like sex after Ballentine Triple X
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Understandin, I run through hoes like Barry Sanders
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Niggaz get lost in the land
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Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand
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[Shyheim]
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I'm-a live shorty, word up, the shit ain't hard to tell
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I kill verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cells
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My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same
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Nike sneakers, Guess jeans and gold chains
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The Rugged Child be bringin drama to your system like drugs
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Live and direct, from New York like Lugz
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Is it the ruckus you want, come and get that ass lynched
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You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch
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Kid, I be just fuckin in the cut, on some Shaolin what
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Jiggy-June bust a nut
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[Junelover]
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Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypher
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Niggaz you don't really wanna see the God hyper
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Active, make teachers run back for practice
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And tell they proteges, they can't fuck with the tactics
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So give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge
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You put your best man, even if he went to college
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With this mutation, I serve like a chef
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What do you know, I be that nigga squeezin air from your last breath
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Got you gaspin from suffocation
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Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation
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It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addict
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Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic
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Faggot, now put an H on your chest and handle
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Whatever comes at ya, best beleive I'ma gat ya
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Now move back from this Jack, you can't touch it
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Cause if you do, you catch a buck 50 muggin
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I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya
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crew, plus jerk em like a crooked ass manager
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Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil
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Causin me to to hurt innocent people
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Niggaz playin hard rocks on the wrong block
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Thinkin it be you until I let the nine glock
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Pa-POP, my man shitted all in his pants
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It's the same old song and dance
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And I'm out motherfuckers!
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5 Elements
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Shyheim |