[U-God]
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Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches
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Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office
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Crunch time steroid big boy itches
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Eyes that lay for blood money riches
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Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker
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Arch-crime Hitler, lurking with the lifter
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Shift the man vs. man heavy on the hands
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Chef in the kitchen cooking love love..slam!
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Blow out the stash; keep the bundle in the bush and the trash
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D-up, burn brother for the real..fast
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Terrible lung split frame for reala
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One-man go low hit man guerilla
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Whispering there something of a thriller, killer
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Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff
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Dirty tombs diggin' you and my duty
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Rudy, mighty rap now toss another beauty
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Truly yours Golden Arms New York native
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Talk, shankin' my mouth now gangsta walk
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[Chorus: U-God]
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(effect)..Rock! Dat's Gangsta..What?
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Dat's Gangsta
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(effect) Rock! Rock on Dat's Gangsta..what?!
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[U-God]
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When I pump pump you'll prepare for a lump
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Magnificent funk plus it's wild on the dump
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Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct
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I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut
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Put your big shoes on now walk your struts
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Thought your last rugged cuts was rough enough? Right?
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Snuff you buck you stuck in the guts
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Untenable thrust plus that hammerhead busts
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Once I splash acapella wind shaft
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This sick wild behavior can't shield from the BLAAST!
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Thrash mash the pedal now dash
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Outta town slangin' two bricks in my stash
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Sound cage of rage livin'that status
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That murderous thirst that's reign of the baddest
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You heard it here first one verse then you're caught
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Everybody jumpin' out gangsta walk rock
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[Chorus : U-God]
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[ U-God]
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Raw, cold winds energize rebels
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All our doors swingin' killing floor level
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Explode code of silence my violence you respect
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Liver than flesh that this mic head the best
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Veteran chest never say die never say rest
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The hang time derange in this rap game divine
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Now change of the range bang with gansta our line
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Bust the falcon mic mountain men you know the outcome
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Define we pro dynamo I'm still scalpin'
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The body countin' rhyme drop put it on kill now
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Toil your girl in your Cadillac Seville chill
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Golden arch stolen heart no I'm robbin' fed
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Baddest women in the bed nigga mobbin'
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[Chorus: U-God]
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Dat's Gangsta
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U-God |