[Esoteric talking]
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You motherfuckers
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This is some murderous shit right here
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It's the E-S, 7L on the track
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Potent somethin' through ya bean hat
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Don't try to pigeon hold me baby
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You know the deal
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About to black out on these motherfuckers
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It's like this, hey yo
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[Verse 1]
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We don't pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit
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We ain't the type of cats that you wanna fuck around with
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Straight up, like a jump ball
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you make my skin crawl, like a snake
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I hold my weight, like Triple H, the cerebral assassin
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I beat you, defeat you wid the passion
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Cash and girls are what motivates me
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A small rapper like yaself is needin' safety
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I don't claim to be a thug
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But that would mean a slug
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For any faggo that's givin' or receivin' love
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I keep a glove in my right hand
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So when I murder wid the mic
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they won't trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram
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You're in the fryin' pan
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I'm a violent man watchin' silence of the lambs
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Ready to go out, and slap the jaws off ya mouth
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I'm not the one to diss
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I'm fearless like Walken in the deer hunter is
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No doubt
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[Hook]
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You thug it out, we cut it out
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You fuck around we gon' slug it out, club it out
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You playin' games we gon' shut you out
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So now you know what we about
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Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt
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[Talking]
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Y'all motherfuckers is actin' real fake right
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Ya man's man ain't even that man
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You ain't livin' that life
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You ain't ready for that man, fall back
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[Verse 2]
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Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper
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Can't fuck around with the underground jaw tapper
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Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover
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Handover the mic ya plan's over tonight
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Ain't nobody flowin' as tight in y'all click
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I'm to sick, to eat a dick
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Ya can't get wid the words that I spit
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I rip, can't stand none of this fake shit
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This side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old Navy
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Yo I shop Newbury, now you walk new bury
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While I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you get stabbed, not a clue
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Or the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' to
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I slaughter you, my crew hit's you on the face off
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First of all shake the hate off
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Claimin' that you paid when it's my plate that you ate off
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The truth is you can't afford to take a day off
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You stay soft like my purple label face cloth
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My dick you need to stay off
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If punch lines were punch clocks you'd be laid off
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Hook x2
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Warning - Knife In The Face
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| 7L & Esoteric |
