[Verse 1]
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Even though mad niggas hate it
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I remain the most anticipated
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those glad a nigga made it bast your Nickel-plateds
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and salute the realness, 'cause mad niggas fake it
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when I peel hit the floor
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I conceal bricks so raw
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I got the sickest Six-Four you ever seen
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I saw and conquered
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when it's on and poppin' my Dogs are barkin'
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to eat food, my enemies feel heat like Purico
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some suggest they're equal
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lyrically I'm like a Desert Eagle
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mentally I measure Kilos
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physically I'm compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal
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the crowned Prince
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my underground shit you don't fuck around wit'
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I move pies and fire loud shit
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I'm in the tunnel with the crowd nigga fuck V.I.P
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where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G. and Queens feel it when you
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pump that Mobb Deep
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that Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn't involve me
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I'm sorry, legal hustle, Infamous affiliated
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last rapper to test me I humiliated
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and for your information the jewels ain't rented from Jacob
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when I move I leave a dent in the pavement
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my name ring in jail and not for givin' no statement
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that type of foulness consider it(a) flagrant
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O.T., give me a brick and see I'm gifted as Masons
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I'm the realness, you spittin' that fake shit
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life's a bitch, I'ma take her on an expensive vacation
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if it's on I'm the Reaper with the glistenin' bracelet
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sleepers awakened
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screamin' like they seen Satan
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word to Christ I need paper, keep the fake love
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a fake thug couldn't sell a rock on the block I was raised on
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huh?!
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[Chorus]
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Get out my way, gimmie mine or I'ma take whats yours
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make love war, spray up doors
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Get out my way, you industry, we in the street
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wit' the heat pickin' weight up raw
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Get out my way, stop screamin' what set you rep if you don't come around
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the way no more
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Get out my way, who want what, say no more
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Matter fact that chain off Dog.
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[Verse 2]
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I gave niggas enough time - to front
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I'm a beast on the street like crushed white
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you can't be me, close your eyes, you can't see me
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I'm the phantom in your concience
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the shadow in the darkness
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savage when I write, I'm heartless
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I'm iller than you, realer than you
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still with more Killers than you
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it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory
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don't front on me (shorty), you didn't have cash before me
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I'm the essence
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you don't gotta like it, respect it
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like the ice on my necklace
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and the fact I'm supplyin' connections
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if you rhyme ill I'm the sickness that caused it, you thought you'd
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assume my position
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I be hustlin', bubblin', gettin' money
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causin' blind rage with the Twenties
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y'all niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence
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we out before the Narcs get on us
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my life wasn't written, yours was, you livin' a lie
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I'm dealin' wit' pies, all feelings aside
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my enemies kneel when I rise
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the realness in my eyes
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from blood, sweat, and tears I cried
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I got friends who died before they got to see me shine
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how dare you compare your weak CD to mine
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or think you could see me with rhymes
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easily I'm, nicer than you and all your peoples combined.
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Chorus
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Get Out My Way
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Cormega |