You stepped in the pit of the flame
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You're lost on beat street
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I'ma throw spit on your name
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Hit it raw when they mention the name
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It's like Mike when he score with like 2 seconds left in the game
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Small change, don't step in my lane
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I rock too hard body
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I click, bang, give em the pain
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Nah man, can't get with them games
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Your boy born with it
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So how you gonna get him to change?
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You a lame, putting shit in the game
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Piranha wanna see me in the state greens, in prison in chains
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But I'm smooth like the groove to the listener brain
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And you only understand it if you've been through my pain
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Icy white spitters in frames
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Hustle in my blood, bet my seed's gonn get it the same
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Yes indeed, I'm destined to reign
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So ahead of the game
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All aboard y'all, get on the train
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Banana clip, macaholic, I'll slap your Captain John
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Go in the freezer, gotta sneeze the tits out the toilet
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Niggas is norbits, runnin up on the dice game
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Call it preacher suit or holdin a raw affair
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Put that call in, it's dough in the wall, stall him
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Plastic bags laying in the floor with ya
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It's just dog's day, reservoir out in Utah yo
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Where my dope in marijuana's got more than
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Real nights and for them, we pay to have a roast
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Assassins is strapped, this the only way the yay grows
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More leverage, more 7's, ridin around with legends
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Payin judges or we be up in New York repping
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Raise it on up, Bobby
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Yo, yeah, hine
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Miramax movie magic,
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Cold beer on tap, rumor has it
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Words put ideas on ideas on track
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Footprints, I walk on earth and appear on maps
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Star Police, 2.5 mill a year on cap
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Move weird on my cap, gandi's on a lap
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300 pushups a day, put the trees on your bag
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Beat the traffic, a lieutenant black man
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Who invented chopping samples up
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To make the beats that's ascended to
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Every genre of music, the whole spirit of music
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I produce arrange, engineer the music
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Yo, my ear candy been dope
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My pen stroke like Zorro
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Hit the heavy the heavy bag like Foreman in the Congo
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Mini transmitter, night vision in the stronghold
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Rock long roads, smell snakes with a strong nose
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Every time the horn blow the Wu signal's back on
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Transform, platform, a whole another platform
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We coming back for em to smash the spot
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Kid, I'm only team too, pass me to the rock
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Til the casket drop, I'ma flip yo wig
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Rip close, honey didn't know my dick this big
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You get kicked in the ribs with 2 chrome gauge
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They leavin em, I send em back to stone age.
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Execution In Autumn
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