Whoooooh!
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"Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill" -> Method
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[Ras T]
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Finally, could it be?
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The long awaited MC, bustin shots from my drop-Z
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Extra clips, cases more weights to flip
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Some say..
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[Funkmaster Flex]
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Big shout to the overseer Salaam
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"Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill" -> Method
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* cut and scratched by Flex *
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"Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill" -> Method
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[Ras T]
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Finally, could it be?
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The long awaited MC, bustin shots from my drop-Z
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Extra clips, cases more weights to flip
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Some say that I'ma trip cause Moet I sip
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But I'm, gettin money so I live like that
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I can't fuck with charity, I don't give like that
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But I'm known to take yours if mines ain't enough
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Armed robbery is how, I got free stuff
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The black assassin smash a niggaz grill
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I beat yo' ass down til your girl say chill
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or I could be real mean and rip out your spleen
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and push your wig way back to bell bottom jeans
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Niggaz fiend, for the rhymes that I kick
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You say I'm not the best, you wanna bet me a brick?
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And I'll bet you leave here mad and broke
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Now explain to your man how you lost his coke
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Pockets is mad broke, you bein big at rabbit ears
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He'll have you runnin through the desert
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with less than underwear
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That Queens villain, illin again
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Ras T's on the mic with the braids and Timbs
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"Got to get that dough, with that ill type flow"
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"For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel" -> Meth
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"Got to get that dough, with that ill type flow"
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"For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue .." -> Meth
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Freestyle - Ras T
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Funkmaster Flex |