(Opio):
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Eighteen when a redneck sendin me deaththreats
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Cuz his niece fantasize about wet sex when I'm in her headsets
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She throw caution to the wind
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They want to put my third eye in the crosshairs and then
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Let rounds off
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But see life is a gamble
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I stay on my toes like (Ben Vereen?)
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And I seen plenty scandals (everyday)
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You sound soft when you speakin'
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You need ammo to turn Rambo you's a weekend warrior
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Oakland California will eat you alive
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That shit is weak you can try, you'll get slammed joe
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You get your hands broke swingin' on the man of steel
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You was butt early this morning now you kryptonite
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Mass appeal in the battlefield I had you killed
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You get lit up right in front of your buildin'
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For tellin' lies to children and sellin' homicide
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Come and get some real killers who won't let you walk on by
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Or that drama slide
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Man get ostracized
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Daughter cries cuz her father dies before her eyes
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Watch what you talkin' or you might see the same demise
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Dangerous times this ain't them kill rhymes
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(A-Plus)
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Chorus:
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We from a place that make you want to leave your gold home
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Dangerous like the hole that's up in the ozone
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We be smokin' on that killer Cali homegrown
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So strong, out of town chicks can't keep their clothes on
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(Tajai)
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Now we ener-getic kopa-setic never static fully automatic
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Very well rounded English boundless
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Classic spastic catch and try to grasp it with
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Massive missives hit from drastic distance
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Graceful swiftness spatially senseless
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Music enthusiasts
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Danger seekin'
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Dramatic dynamic action addict
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My rhymes are flame filled expedience game
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Real experience
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Flashburn MCs with thermal radiation
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Feel the ill change the command we aim
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To expand these parameters
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Phes-Delta, pencil beam ya rap amateurs
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Surface to surface, inertial guidance
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Throw your pilot
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Send 'em all back to the flow asylum
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Soul annoyed street sweep the (D E is?) a minefield
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For rhyme skill
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I travel in shockwaves and spine chills
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(A-Plus)
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Oakland Cali is a warzone
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Evereyday is gettin' harder as it goes on
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Souls, stick together like pros on
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Then we puff a cortisone and get our flows on
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In a place that make you want to leave your gold home
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Dangerous like the hole that's up in the ozone
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We be smokin' on that killer Cali homegrown
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So strong, out of town chicks can't keep their clothes on
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Yo, yo
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I'm already smashin' in a steady fashion
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One day I'll get a (fetty?) mansion I'm ready for action
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Without any distraction
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Chillin' with homies and some women feelin lonely
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No one dependin' on me henny sippin' slowly
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Through your dough off that buddha smoke
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Drinkin' a beautiful
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Tell you only if it's for you to know
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We arisin' and soon to blow
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And the timin' is suitable
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But I wonder what these niggas be fightin' and feudin' fo
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We do a show
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And the price would not fall
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And if a fight started off I slice like Darth Maul
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No diversion can deter the surgeon operatin'
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Exert & (be served?) if you don't stop the hatin'
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It's bad business like a virgin copulatin'
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Wired up with the coppers waitin'
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Without a condom and she ovulatin'
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I'm Eddy Haskell
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Ready to deal with any asshole
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Without any hassle, ha ha
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(Opio)
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Fuck a backstabbin' snake
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Slick, you's a snake
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Who tried to penetrate the clique, you sick
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I'm serious about this rap shit
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We serious about this rap shit
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We give a fuck about these hos that jock
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A rolex watch
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And give up the twat
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For some stones and rocks
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If you bulletproof vested & holdin' a glock
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Keep that shit to yourself man you sound like a narc.
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Trilogy
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Souls of Mischief |