"Eat cornbread to come quick" (5X)
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[Christbearer]
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I keep hearin footsteps in the dark
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And Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa in the S-sharp
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Christbearer the mind arch, a West Coast hip-hop shark
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You muthafuckin mark, I coerce and nurse the universe
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Emmerse the megahertz to a mega from the burst
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I rule the world like my name is Love
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Then knock your ass out, Iron Fist Velvet Glove
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And with the ill guidin game, a Thunderbird to the Night Train
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I go Kurt Cobain, I contemplate the game sippin Vodka fame
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In a chain, a hurricane on Memory Lane
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I'm makin money now, bitch, bling bling
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It's Shallah Amin gettin rich with Rakeem
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I rock the khakis with the crease, and smoke the hashish
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With Maurice, that's shield in the lease
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Christbearer be a true artiste
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On my momma, my three nephews and my niece
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[Mico]
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Control avenues, black and white venues
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Diamond cut jewels, found dead in the news
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Never choose left cuz the right will remind you
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Fuckin with a man that been hurt all his life
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Seen Rainy Dayz and rainy nights
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Catch you over bee, holdin the pirate knife
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Y'all niggaz done lost your mind, and your time too
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Unique rhymes that shine on the divine youth
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It's time for us to put it all on the line
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Comin from the dynamic vine, intense like sex off Ecst'
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I wonder what the Devil come up with next
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We got ice, sherm, coke, weed and meth
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Killin people to they very last breath
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Lethal attack, straight live on the set, swift jive on the set
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So dip your black m-ouths and get wet
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And turn up the volume a little bit
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[Crisis]
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Yo it's on when I touch the mic, had the crime hype
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Beat that ass like Mike, I'm not nice
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Snatch your wife on your weddin night
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Spoil your fun, been packin the dust since day one
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Me & my niggaz stomp you out, goin yo pocket
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Yo we steal your funds while you layin there
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Stiffen up, to jump in your hoop' and count your ones
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Cuz it's kill or be killed, that's on the real
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You get yor cap pealed for tippin the scale
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Talk shit and catch a face lift from the fo fifth
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Oh, Crip niggaz flip when Knights step in the door
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Ready to snatch your hoe
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You might catch Knight in the hood, banged out in khakis and All-Stars
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With my little homies on the handle bars bangin North Star
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[Doc Doom]
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North Star, North Star, North Star
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Killa Bee Gang, Wu-Tang Nigga, yeah
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We stay true to this, North Star shines luminous
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Black Knights, anything else is Simply Ludicrous
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Anything else is Simply Ludicrous, anything else is
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Simply Ludicrous
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We stay true to this, North Star shines luminous
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Wu-Tang, anything else is Simply Ludicrous
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Anything else is Simply Ludicrous, anything else is
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Simply Ludicrous
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Anything else is Simply Ludicrous
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Simply Ludicrous
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Popa Wu |