[Leathafase]
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What's the outcome when your testing mines?
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Snatch spies when the weapon reclies
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The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed
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Shooting a trigger, super nigga called Christopher Reeves
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No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe
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Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed
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A risk indeed, my format can kill, on a warpath
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Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill
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Mastered the skill of tongue lashing, and still
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I unfasten my Jordans, spill out the raw
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Peel out the four, with the fifth attached
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The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back
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Clap the star, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard
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It's hard crash, blow your car
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Oddjob, some rob, some resort to God
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Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog
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Afford your cars, Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy
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Blowin' the stinky, drink with me
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Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check
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Or lay down, when I'm pullin' the tech
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I jet on your set, to disconnect it
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Life support system, direct, your wreckless
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The Texas Chainsaw, sever you brains off
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To hang the cost, when I flame the torch
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[Chorus 2X: Leathafase (U-God)]
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We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
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(Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out)
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[U-God]
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The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses
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Lean back in the stretch Lex'
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Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best
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Now, feel the force of the full court press
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I apply the kiss of death, something for real
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The realness, untouchable Elliott Ness
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Yo select a vet, take me off the bench, I'm supposed to lynch
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The angel in the air, you can smell the stench
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Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west
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I gave you a note, you can keep the rest
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Rip the whole coast, when I heat the flesh
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At the Greek Fest, hit a couple of bars
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Smash whips and strips like bumper cars
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Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly'
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The baby glock nine, the size of a celly
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Now it's a "Dilemma" like Nelly and Kelly
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Milk Pirelli tire, when I put that in a hurry
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With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry
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Very necessery when I make it to the top
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On my cock, Halle Berry
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Staten Island Ferry where the legends were made
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In the staircase, throw a rap grenade
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Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain
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Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain
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He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy
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Fish tank shoes, jumped out the Caddy
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Grand finale, yo, the champ is here
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The cameras glare under the chandelier
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Why you standing there, like you can hold it down
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There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown
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Tear it down, down to the last compound
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New York mix with a Compton style
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Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground
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Lay down the carpet when I walk down the aisle
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Telephone, he keep stalking the child
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For a misdemeanor, now I'm going to trial
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Secluded in exhile, like my sex wild
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Private jet style, who the livest vet now?
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Pass me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now
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Beat onto your chest when I let the tech growl
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[Chorus 2X]
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Hit 'Em Up, Roll Out
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| U-God |
