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featuring 50 Grand Ron Jay
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Intro:
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You better recognize what. Snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck. Word
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up it's the cold blooded sin. Strickly murder. Legion of Doom 94. Word 'em
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up this is how we do that shit. Techs to your record son. Shit. Fuck that
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shit. Word 'em up that how we're always been.
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50 Grand:
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Yo check it I feel the vibe like Shanet
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Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a Sinse'
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My death sentense is danger
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I black out like Joe Ripken niggas hittin' the floor like the chamber
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The sick authorist transmits for no repent
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And activate the plan the Pentagon inelligents
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So listen close like musical chairs
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The L.O.D. is deep then the niggas Under The Stairs
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I crack million dollar script like an archetict
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And execute like the chair when I inflict death
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I got the creepiest slang in this galaxy
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And wreck the industry so mysteriously
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Coming with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars
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And twist rap caps for all you motherfuckers
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Walk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the lueger
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Niggas be scared to face 50 Grand like Medusa
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The shit I produce is like gin and juice when it blend
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Scenes from Toni Braxton you'll Never Breath Again
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I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason
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Who's to blame but the Legion to the Doom
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Hook:
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With punk niggas we got beef so
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(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)
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On the mic we definatly got beats so
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(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)
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Ron Jay:
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Roy Jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow
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From a homicidal clique, Yo E make that psycopathic mix
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I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script
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Beeotch my style set on fire to touch Venus
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My soul seeks the universe while I'm sleepin'
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I'm creepin' makin' myself develop with the chronic
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Electronic Million Dollar Man the mic bionic
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So you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the suburbs
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Conduct like ? with electrofying words
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I freak to them suicidal tracks break backs
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Niggas scarred fakin' fuckin' heart atttacks
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Oooh when I'm comin' through the crowd
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Niggas want static yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up
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50 Grand:
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I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insain
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Fuck that shit
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News Interlude
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Keith Murray:
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The moderation incobation of my creation
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Is instantaniously with my vocabulation accumulation
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Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from Keith Murray
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If I had 24 hours to live and one wish
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I wouldn't wish for no damn lifesavers
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I'd start going wild like Larry Davis
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The funk speach vigalante from the L.O.D.
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Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently
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And deep as Greek mythology on level Z
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Theres six million ways to die
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And eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are lies
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So I keep my wittiest ironist hidious
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Psychosis bloodiest flow decitious
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Comin' from out this orbit deep space 9's wiggle my shit
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Meltin' crew down like synthetic acid
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Come half steppin' fession' through a section
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And get the midsection of your brain drain
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With mad man expression, no quesion and no second guessin'
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Outro:
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Yo 40 dreams and blunts for witches. Yeah that's what we got for them
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niggas. Yo lets get on it get off it. L.O.D. we won't forfit.
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A-yo check it out. L.O.D. is the niggas man. A-yo put your money where your
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mouth is at nigga yeah. I have you rockin' dazie dukes and Reebok pumps
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nigga yeah, yeah. L.O.D. style for 94 yeah and it's on
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Take It To The Streets
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Keith Murray |