[Intro]
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I¡¯m thinking about bringing hiphop weekly back nigga
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I got bars, lets go
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Slaughter, slaughter¡¦
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Ya¡¯ll know who the power circle is, man
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Muthafucking Joe Budden, Royce Da 5¡¯9¡È, Joell Ortiz, Crooked I
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Slaughterhouse, the muthafucking Shady Records Power Circle
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Bitch!
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Slaughterhouse, niggas C.O.B
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Our circle, the power circle, the G-O-D¡¯s
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Got a hustle that¡¯s ¡¯bout as grand as B.o.B¡¯s
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Ya don¡¯t think so? Negro por favor
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I¡¯m so fly like I¡¯ve never seen a floor before
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You¡¯re fucking with a solider like putting a in war
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God of the west, I¡¯m going door to door
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Handing out pamplets and them beliivers growing more and more
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You don¡¯t think my flow is nothing nice
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Middle finger from your birth certificate to your death certificate, fuck ya life
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And fuck a hoe, I only cuff a mic
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With my chest out, like augmentation like when your wife come from under knife
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I¡¯m a bastard, it¡¯s my dad¡¯s fault
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Me and my enemies face off like Nicholas Cage, Travolta and bath salt
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357 Black Hawk, better take your facial mask off
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You shoulda backed off, now your back is on asphalt
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Back to the rap talk, this lyrics shit we regulate
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We drop my life to celebrate,
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Coming courtesy of Shady, the heavy weight
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Then I¡¯mma drop a Crooked album to set the record straight
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Set the record straight
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Fuck niggas, let em hate
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The power circle nigga
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Power Circle
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Crooked I |