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Verse 1:
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Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach spliffs
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who's ro's drip enough to hold drifts and float ships?
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no mo' shifts, I hold enough chips to toast Criss
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It's G. Rap, the cat thats on your wanted most list
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I wrote this so you could sweat this and soak this
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make you lose ya focus with raps stronger than coke is
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we're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like posters
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left for the vultures, we DT's pickin' up cultures
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three-thousand volt ya just like the thrid rail
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and if you heard shells a herb fell
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swift with the words well
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jakes on my dirt trail
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kicked up enough dust to hurt cells
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swerve in SL's, niggas feel me like my shirt's brail
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curve the jail cell for jakes that wanna H-block those
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niggas in Paco's keep the blocks froze and the shops closed
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where the pot grows, young cats coppin' the drop Roves
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get the Nacho's, and no cops show when the shots blow
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shit's red hot though, the streets remain flooded with D's
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bundles of Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees
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the main crime wave
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we handle the beef in .9 ways
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get your mind grazed
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my teck-nine sprays your spine blades
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when it gets too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays
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put all you cats in cradles if you crave divine ways
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diamond ??? rays blindin' you with my shine glaze,
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unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase
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Chorus - Wanted for ???, major operations, distribution (G. Rap is down
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with a mafioso posse) Wanted for ??? major operations distribution,
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rackateerin', prostitution, and paid execution
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Verse 2:
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My corporation's body casin', watch where you pacin'
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thug orchestration, this is live niggas you facin'
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we paper chasin', for that million baby we lacin'
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Fifty Caliber gat embracin'
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leavin' you wit' legs without sensation
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who's full of malice? what thug's the wildest?
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act childish and get your body sent to a stylist
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who live the foulest? be grippin' cannons 'till my hands is kalused
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pile this paper longer than malice from Ney York to Dallas
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purchase a palace, sip Collatas with the whole brigata
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bodies get dropped while I attend the opera
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land on Casino roofs in Helicopters in Las Vegas Nevada
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can't stop until I got a Casa up in Trump plaza
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929 Mazda, foreign chicks talkin' with accents like they Sza Sza
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cream like Iri Amin Dada
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thug saga, slugs burn you like they lava
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you and ya bimbo get hit up through ya car window
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creep on your benz slow and let ten blow
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from out the darkest shadow
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my aim's straight as an archers arrow
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I'll spark this barrel
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hit my target even if the mark is narrow
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lay you like a pharoah
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with fragments inside your bone marrow
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get your wig flown just like a sparrow.
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Chorus
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Mafioso
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| Kool G. Rap |
