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Big Up to black big up to ballers and the coniac
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Big up to B Boys who spend hours in the record raps
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I hate these out of space MCs who think they're complex
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I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex
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Chased by Him because his was his beginning
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Federal Bureau couldn't even figure out his ending
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No case pending my style I'll swing it like a pendulum
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This track is like Yohimby it gives me strength
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when I be swimmin' in the
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P vector, lighter is ya like it wetter
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Can't front ya your punn give me joint slender
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I like to bend her over while I roll a
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Nother liz and take a sip from my cola
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Mixed with Ginsing and Bacardy
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I despies a duck MC who who on the mic think he the life of the party
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Skills are evident my steelo is timeless
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It's a shame how the majority be def dumb and mindless
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Like tires when I perform I get's the nicest
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My vocal skills like knowledgy delf son it's priceless
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Hook:
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Big up to black big up to ballers and the coniac (x3)
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Big up to cash stacks ballers and the coniac (x2)
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Verse 2:
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Like an SP1200 you can't replace me even if you play saftey
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I'm still scoring touchdowns with contracts
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I start well, see we a cartell together forever drinkin' Martel
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On the rocks twistin' L's nonstop
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Pop a bottle of V.S.O. and start servin' up the shots
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That ? love that's how I do
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I'm paid in rube big up to Fat entourage and all tape master crew
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Never expire or retire burn a duck MC like fire
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Don't be mad if it's Defari that your girl admire
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Money your wired off that smack because it's skills ya lack
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Stop being gassed by the devil and come back to black
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Double barrel blast shot lyrics to your brain
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Code name Defari hey Ru birth name's Dwyane
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Always a soldier giving thanks to Allah
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I know the journey's long prepare to go far
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These duck MC's be like bacterial infections
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My remedy are antibotics lyrical injections
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The imperfection is the mic in the wrong hand
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Of the man who's skills are soft like quicksand
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I maybe put it to a rest I fot the Henny on ice
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I'm nice prolific type lyricist
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Hook
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Verse 3:
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Lyrics are gold plus steel for the raw deal
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Feel MC's and DJ's nuff respect y'all real
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Low caps I rock on the regular
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Brim covers my eyes so ducks can't see their predator
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Facefirst when I disperse yet another verse
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To peirce your brain like a vision from Lucifer
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Meanns I get evil wicked
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Thickness I stick it
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I'm in the game to make my name fame like Wilson Pickett
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Light that ass like Roy Jones when I be stompin'
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Big up to all my peoples Uptown all the way to Compton
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Stack and stracks in 95 equals greenback for Defari hey Ru
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And E-Swift nigga your mad phat
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Fact the shit we make be designed for the truck
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Word to Redman Da Bump we want your whole car frame to thump
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And vibrate, I love it when sister's gyrate rewind tape
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Press to wax now put in record crate
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There's no debate Defari's status be like Cashous Clay
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If you got beef then we can do this shit the classic way
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Round for round pound for pound I'll astound
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With the mic I kick the steez ducks bite forever now
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Fuck the bullshit the mic stand's my pull pit
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Except I don't bleach I reach and rip another fool kid
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Now I need to lay in steels you know the deal
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A duck MC's nemesis his antithisis the mad skill
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Hook (x4)
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Big Up
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Defari |