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"This.. should be played at high volume
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Preferably.. in a residential area"
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[The Lady of Rage]
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Now I'ma kick up -- dust, as I begin to bust
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on the wick-wack, fucked up suckers ya can't trust
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When I kick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked up
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when I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
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or get slapped with the swiftness
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If you think you're swift with the gift Merry Christmas
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Now stuff that in your stockin
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I'm knockin em out the box 'n'
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knockin em out their socks 'n', cause Robin is rockin
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Breakin em down to the -- slab
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Takin em down on their -- ass
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Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uhh?
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Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin paddle
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Rattle -- that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
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Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin more than a grain
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or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
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Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level'
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You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!
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I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet
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then bite the dust and wipe the fuss
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Do what I must, and what I must - is bust
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the bubble, or choose some trouble, for you
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So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin through
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{*cut n scratch* "Some cool shit" 2X*}
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{*"Boo-yaa! Spittin out buckshots" -> B-Real*}
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[Kurupt]
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I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cat
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Lynchin, as a hit, misses the roll of dice
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Pushin packs to make a profit
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Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid
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I'm livin large like a fat bitch
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So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, for the faggots
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This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless
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Murderin millions of niggaz so who's first to diss
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They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this
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Chewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
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Put to sleep, lovin the lyrics I leave in the minds of each
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Roogh when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece
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So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggaz
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You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass nigga
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Then watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
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you wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
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I make em stagger, I'm skanless as Jimmy Swaggart
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I'm a good tracker, scopin your girl then watch me tag her
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Pullin steel like a stunt
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Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
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here to torment I put track on crack
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And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac
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Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief
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Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th
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{*"A to the motherfuckin K*" -> Cypress Hill}
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[RBX]
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Back in the days, niggaz they use to scrap
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but now in ninety-two, niggaz they pull they strap
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cause umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
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niggaz, so niggaz retaliate and start to loot
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Execute, boot, stompin
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Black soldier, here to teach and mould ya
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The innovator, dominator, narra-rator
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R-B to the motherfuckin X -- flex wicked
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Stylee me, bump and be found and do bleed by a
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maniac, with a gat
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See nowadays niggaz is like that
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I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
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BO! BO! BO! Now I'm on Death Row
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Fuck it, niggaz goin wild
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Everynight they shoot, it's like Bei-rut
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Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest
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anytime steppin through my hood
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But that'll do you no good
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One slug to your face, no haste
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you're gettin smoked like wood
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Nasty nigga bloody pumps face flat
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on the concrete, here comes the white sheet
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Mr. Coroner, cocked with some yellow tape
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but, the murderers escape
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Audi like 5 G's
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Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang
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Lyrical Gangbang
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Kurupt |