The competition you can't beat
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City to guard, chop around and don't see
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As well as me, crude delivering the heat
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You didn't know it was TWC
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We got city for a record
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And ' as a weapon
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Your ' resting right now
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Right now, motherfucker
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Right now
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We put it down, motherfucker
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Right now
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Right now motherfucker
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Right now
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We put it in, we put it in, we put it in
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Hey yo, my crew could spit fire
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Scolding on a beach so I'm passing on the torch
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Yo, I'm throwing, holding heat
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Like I threw away my burner and I'm selling off my scoots, too
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Before I sell this last pair, I'll beat you with a granny shoe
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These little haters remind me of refrigerators
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Way they holding on a beef, I remind you of who the greatest
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I'm the product of a dope music and a rock music
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Now I'm making dope music so the kids can rock to it
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I'm the only elaborate that can spit without the blabbering
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The bars are magic, abracadabra, I'm out the labyrinth
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I mastered, it, Proof said that every session sent
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Never need a fixing, it's perfection till the end
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As I tell how I feel about these rappers through these last bars
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Expensive dummies truly fit to crash cars
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TWC is trouble, you see, making other rappers cruise with like us WV
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We got city for a record
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And ' as a weapon
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Your ' resting right now
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Right now, motherfucker
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Right now
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We put it down, motherfucker
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Right now
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Right now motherfucker
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Right now
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We put it in, we put it in, we put it in
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Was raised on capital punishment, now I'm on some other shit
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My raps tell a story of cats that I'm in the gutter with
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Young, black hustling, city, down for omega
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Brought me haters, young and who you think you fucking with
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I'm sidelining who hot rhyming, let's get it right, I'll trash you
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Them niggas gas you like you getting ice
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Was in the lab summer after summer with this hunger going hard
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You lil' niggas was getting light
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In '99 had like 99 rhymes, I was then some with the pencil, killing 99 times
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Right now
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My competition was never there, born vet, you wasn't born yet, it was never fair
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This for my ghost fiends killing niggas influenced by jigga nigga
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We'll find you some iller niggas
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I told 'em I'm the one without a reason to doubt
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I'm illmatic till I'm done
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We got city for a record
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And ' as a weapon
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Your ' resting right now
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Right now, motherfucker
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Right now
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We put it down, motherfucker
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Right now
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Right now motherfucker
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Right now
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We put it in, we put it in, we put it in
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Pick up the pace, I'm running this race
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Running the way while you niggas is running in place
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Pace, the lessons he's learned and await
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Helped shape him into the savage you fucking today
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Say, he's something that you niggas ain't
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Trace others, the martyrs, they claiming their pain
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Pictures vivid as I, you can tell if they fake
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Frauds, you applaud them for living this way
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Praise them for claiming they something they ain't
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Run away with it, they laughing they way to the bank
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Waste, it's what they defecate out they face
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Shit talking, your substance is flushing away
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Yeah, not like they had it in the first place
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First tape so disrespectful my Steven A
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Grade A with the wordplay, gonna be your worst day
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One life, one trip, one way
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We got city for a record
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And ' as a weapon
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Your ' resting right now
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Right now, motherfucker
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Right now
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We put it down, motherfucker
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Right now
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Right now motherfucker
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Right now
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We put it in, we put it in, we put it in
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Right Now
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| The Winners Circle |
