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[4th Disciple]
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Yo, yo
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Can't get no love
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No love, no love
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Gotta see us Blood For Blood out here
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No love, no love
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The war's on, no love
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Ya heard? Can't get this shit no more
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Extra, extra, read the news, young clowns is Hell-bound
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From the universal sound, surround, comin down in yo' town
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Musical compounds, brothas can't wait 'til the sounds is laid down
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To express the mentals, be adjectives and nouns
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Be bless for the know-how, to master and manifest ya own style
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As we penetrate the scene, and run yo' projects on ya iced guillotine
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You wanna know what the scheme is? Check out how we blend it
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Load up the A-tone, then append it, 1 gigabyte is recommended
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To extinguish the thought of you ever makin more wack sequences
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Alas, that weak shit is finished, a total diminish
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All wack MC's, producer wannabes and bitches sellin pussy on CD's
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The future prophecy is to bring back originality
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Within ya musical chemistry, wack ass niggaz
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[Born Justice]
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Yo, fuck y'all bitch niggaz
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All y'all fake bitch-ass niggaz that roam in the streets
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Fight the heat, I be ya seat
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cuz blood drops hit the concrete when niggaz meet
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and words be the bullets on some heat-seekin hit
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cuz nowadays when blood drips
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It's carved by the birds that fuck the same dick
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All the niggaz that could fuck the same bitch
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Coked out and shit, sodium, fuck the whole click
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Run through ya town, shit sound make ya sick
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Modern world, while foreigners deserve what you get
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The ward'll penalize, that's injustice
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Whores wanna serve, do the knowledge, sit and observe
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Venomous the darts by the clicks be the words
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[ShoGun Assason]
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You bitch-ass niggaz, dare contest
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Come against the Gods and try to manifest
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You bitch-ass niggaz
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Dare to contest, come against the Gods and claim rest
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What? What? Yo, check it
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, you can't hold ya own shit down
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So, how the fuck you gon' take my crown, clown?
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You ain't really ready to rumble with the Gods
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Fuck around and get scarred
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With ya hands high, prepare to fight for ya life
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We could box or throw rocks, save ya tough talk
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I'm a southpaw and my style is unorthodox
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I leave you coward niggaz tremblin
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Bend then I stomp a mud hole in ya ass with my Timbalands
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You fuckin pansies, got more sugar in ya blood than candies
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With ya sober suit-suits and ya cute matchin groups
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Dancin around like prostitutes, fatality
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I be ya nigga from the South, bitch
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What? Fuck-U
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[Outro: All]
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Fuck-U, U and U
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Cuz y'all niggaz ain't shit
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Fuck-U, U and U
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cuz y'all niggaz ain't shit
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Fuck-U, U and U
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Get off my dick
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And ya whole fuckin crew
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What? Fuck-U, nigga!
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Yo, you ain't shit and ya whole fuckin click
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And ya mothafuckin bitches
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Fuck all y'all!
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Fuck-U and U and U
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Fuck-U, U, U and U
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Fuck-U too, and ya whole fuckin crew
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Fuck-U too
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Cuz we shittin on U
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Shittin on niggaz
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We be the best MC's
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What? *echoes*
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Fuck-U
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| 4th Disciple |
