What what what what
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Yeah yeah
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Who the fuck want it?
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Yeah yeah, set it off niggas
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Transform transform
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[Poet]
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Yo, I'm at cha'll niggas, assault and battle y'all niggas
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My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas
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Screwball empire, Poet spit fire (Fire)
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Niggas wanna die, come try'a...piledriver
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My family's Hydra, but we smoke HY-DRO
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Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow
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Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust
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Severly touched, crushed, your times up
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Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
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When the smoke clears, I'll be there, standin on my two feet
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With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat
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Represent Vernon, tenth, and twelth street
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[Hostyle]
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Man, I brake a broom stick off in yo' ass
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For long cash, Screwball blasts the raw facts
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And its long lastin, yeah
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A lot of crews are soft like puddy
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They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study
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Subject, art of descruction, come to reck
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Wanna give props to Mercy for your ??? drops
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Set it on my man Phil, then my eyes get chinky
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Here's kinky, then I'm ghost like blinky
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I'm PacMan, lyrics thats written by a mad man
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And my grip is like a mental asyllum when I write 'em
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Ignite 'em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it
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To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah
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Chorus: Screwball and Capone
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(Do what?) Pushin' weight back (Nigga we'll win)
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(What, what) clack clack clack clack (Screwball)
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(We're the illest) Can you dig that? (I can dig that)
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You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians (Take it there)
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I wanna hurt something (Nigga we'll win) I wanna hurt something
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Don't make me do something (We're the illest) (What)
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Pull the curtains on 'em (Yeah yeah yeah)
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You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians
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[Capone]
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Yo, understand this I aim rich, aim stainless steel
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Aim at the beast when the game get real
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Yo, them corna's I been played, got schooled by fame
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Said the streets is still watched through closed curtains and screens
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QB is like the villian'est life, all across the world thugs, pushers, pimps
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and whores
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From a blimp I glimpse at the raws
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Tears fall, and radioactive street thugs hearin me callin
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To you my name respect the game, ?sixty days home?
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Copped the buggy, showed me the love, ghetto niggas gotta love me
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Pop the bubbly y'all, salute the reign of QB (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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[Kyron]
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Aiyyo, you niggas sleepwalkin out here, a technicality
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Nigga we blaze infront of the kids 'cuz thats how foul it be
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I shit on you, take you to the flicks, put a hit on you
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Dump ya head in popcorn, turn around and spit on you
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I take it there, with ghetto po' niggas, who never had nothin
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We hangin in the club just to bag som'thin
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Catch a rolly mercin out about to crash som'thin
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So just get the fuck up out this life unless you have som'thin
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You don't hustle around, you wouldn't mind time
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Bitch you ain't a dime, if you ain't improvin mine
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Who y'all, I see through y'all
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Fuckin with Kyron, you fuckin Screwball
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We do some ugly shit to y'all
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Chorus
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The reign of QB (Salute this shit)
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Screwball (Screwball nigga)
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Capone 'n' Noreaga
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Thugged out (Thugged out)
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Kno'imsayin? (Hear me?)
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Y'all get this money, or we get that thug shit poppin
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Kno'imsayin?
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Its our fuckin world
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Take it There
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| Screwball |
