[Canibus]
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Sharp fangs! Sharpshootaz... sharpshootaz
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The poem is dolioform
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I arm wrestle you with my polio arm in a rodeo barn
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Nowadays I see emcees get on stage
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They look like parakeets in a cage
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Grab the mic like they afraid to palm it
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'til I bomb it, the LRADs lace the target
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The firearm long like fist-to-armpit
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Sergeant Sharpshoota, a gifted marksman
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Sip sake, rip the mic nigga watch me
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The kamikaze, Benihana your body
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Sour posses show up to your party
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Everybody go home now, put your microphone down
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Go boil some water, I'ma hold him down
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Interrogation techniques, I'ma show you how
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I'ma ask you two times, then after that
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I'ma roll you a blunt with a blasting cap
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You understand what I'm sayin? Your man's not playin
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You'll be twenty-one grams lighter after the weigh-in
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Sharpshootaz aimin, wolfgang came in to bang him
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Demo'd the nigga, then Maintain sprayed him
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[Maintain]
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Yeah I sprayed him, it was strictly biz
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The way I laid him to rest yo it wasn't cause I hated him
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His bars were sendin him off, he was lost
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Now he's, six feet deep payin the cost
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Yo my enemies are unfit; they keep movin
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like they don't know I'm too strategic for this dumb shit
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You're hopin that I fail; but the race is been won
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But they don't know that because they slower than a snail
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It's too easy, but I don't feel guilty
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Cause if the slowpokes had it their way they would kill me
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Now how real is this situation that I stay in
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And when does a Sharpshoota got time for playin?
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My whole team aimin them red beams, it's no games
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It takes me no brains to leave you with no brains
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I got you so pegged this is so unfair
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You should start prayin to the man upstairs
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Cause really all I gotta do is cock and squeeze
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And your brain's on the ground lookin like cottage cheese
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While I'm in the trees with top notch emcees
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Sharin brilliant ideas and philosophies about
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how we're gonna stack this money and lounge
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In the town there's a whole lot of nothin around
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Try to stop the process, and I'm huntin you down
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to put your faggot ass in front of the ground, now fuck around
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[Chorus: Canibus (K-Solo)]
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The Sharpshootaz, it's the Sharpshootaz
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Blastin at the blastin cap, bomb unit
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It's the Sharpshootaz, it's the Sharpshootaz
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Nothin but sharp fangs, paws and claws, let's do this!
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(It's the Sharpshootaz! It's the Sharpshootaz!)
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(If it's a mission that we on you know I mapped it out)
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(It's the Sharpshootaz! It's the Sharpshootaz!)
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(My whole team'll have you street dudes tappin out)
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[Willie Dynamite]
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Yo, me fall off in the game, picture that!
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You got beef in the street? And need heat?
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Call your man I get you that
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I got small ones that go pop pop, and click clack
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And big ones strong enough to push a bus back (BOOM!)
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And I still ain't forgot what you said nigga
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I'm down to turn that white tee you rockin
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into a ketchup bed
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When the slugs, catch up, to yo' head
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Hip-Hop you dead a closet casket you gon' rock instead
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So tell your mans ain't no need for sendin flowers and shit
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When I'm on the fiends come through and devour the shit
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The block is dry, leave it up to us to shower the shit
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You got beef, I slide through and Twin Tower your shit
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Dynamite, I'll harass you niggaz
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Like pullin your shorts down in front of chicks
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I'll embarrass you niggaz
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Actin like you John Gotti, we'll see how gangster you are
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when you find pieces of your son's body
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I fucked around and ate his lunch, now he got his hands full
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holdin his head and legs in the trunk
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The chick I'm with, I ain't hearin the bitch
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I'm rockin Sharpshoota shit, lookin for the next gear to switch
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[Born Sun]
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Aiyyo I squeeze on emcees like bullets never-ending
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Leave the machine smokin while the terror still spinnin
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Mujahadeen from Queens, an Arabian God
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Suicide bomb your squad screamin Allahu Akbar
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Hell gon' unleash release for beast wars
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Mad rapper with a backpack strapped with C4
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Barack Obama that popped the llama
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And bodily harm ya, shots penetrate your armor
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The young Yaphet Kotto in the dojo blowin 'dro
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| Clappin the fo'-fo', wanted for murderin the fl |
