[Manley Musa]
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Yo, what? What? Run kid, run!
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You should break North for thinkin with your's
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Send out track signed sincerely hardcore
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Throw you in a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the Mac-one-one
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My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end
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Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock slip
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That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
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I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
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Now we put in together, we can all get that
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Huh? Puff forty the rocker, Shorty naughty with two squigs
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Three pulls then pass it back, don't even ask me why, black
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You may act, sane, you may act, shady
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I think he's still goin crazy over his baby Hailey
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Go hey-hey Hailey walk slow, my slow flow's so remarkable
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The rap attract until MC's come so I could spark a few
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Put you on starvin like a hostage, put you on like 'em fossils
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What a rascal, triangular when I'm verbal head-bangin ya
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This style, lean on poles and watch heads fold
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And bang their pins like it's the same session
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So call the best that you know, uh, I'm numero uno
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Number one, hoe, whatever language you know
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You could've been my ace or my ill, we go through cases to build
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Right now you goin through faces of fear
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So it's a rhyme fract', you don't turn out the lights
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And beast walk the streets, got you scared of the night
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[Chorus 2X: sample]
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Play y'all niggaz drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me
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Play y'all niggaz drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me
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Play y'all niggaz drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me
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Cuz I be on, I be on some New Improved next shit
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[Drunken Dragon]
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Yo, yo, yo...
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They call me Darth Vader when I'm invadin ya space
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Raid your area (Yo RZA hit 'em with the mace)
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Leave that hard shit up under a rock, ya sound fake
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The platform shake, I'm like a human earthquake
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Feel the tremors, lights get dimmer, cut your power lines
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Short-shiggety-shine, illuminate your mind
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I heard too many rhymes slackin, too many MC's be lackin
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The skill that it takes (and they still rappin!)
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My apparatus is the baddest, my lyrical flow's the maddest
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Your style is the Pips without the Gladys (Hoo!)
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Light-Brite, these MC's be writin wack rhymes
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Claimin that they pullin fifty triggas at a time
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(Yo they lyin) I'm out firin, yo Puff you be
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While you poppin shit I'm poppin nuts up in your girl's coutie
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I roll the mic up in the Philly
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Smoked it, now watch these MC's get silly
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From the contact, Dragon, I rip mic's tight
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Poppin couchie in the daytime and lyrics at night
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Damn right, Bob, I rock a rhyme non-stop
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Straight from Brooklyn where my hip-hop gets dropped
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Delta #1]
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Ain't no mothafucker like me...
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On some next shit, holdin laser three-eighties
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Givin laser dick to a bitch like Kendra, playa
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I'm on tracks hustlin my pen, I'm a Nigga With Attitude
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Like Ren & Dre, keepin verses gangsta
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And I teach my little couso's how to spit verbal ammo
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That I had Flex on they dick and bomb shit up
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When my squad rolls up, it's Nuthin But A 'G' Thang
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We keep raps potent, that's a gumbo thing, what?
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[Kendra] (Buddha Monk) {both}
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Got y'all niggaz on ya back like I'ma fuck 'em in the V
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If you see my cheetahs, China rings overseas
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(It's the darker slower, sword swingin, kamikaze gun totin
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Bust a rhyme with the Henny, drunk totin)
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It's motion on stage, put niggaz in a craze
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Musical chairs when I raise like flags, a forte
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Hell raise, find ya by doorags (doorags, nigga)
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You crews laugh, this staff blew too fast
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(We never knew that our slang would cause too much impact
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On the Devil, wantin to reject that but the kids is buyin that)
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Nigga's tryin that, tricks we give, tricks with kids
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Shit we live, catchin licks, all in the demon's grip
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Need I say more? Blow up Buddha-God, the sage shore
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Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you
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Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you
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(You stuck by two of the greatest tactics) Yes
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(We bomby blue, blarin on every track, if you ask us
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It's the Blackout, bum-rush) You wanna get stupid?
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(Cold, ready to aim to bust back and make noise)
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My corpse is |