* Jewely, M.K., Penelope, Kujo, Mic Checker, Boogee Mann, Suga Chi,
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King Jacob, Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, West Stone, Goobee Thug & Fister
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(Intro: Ali)
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Check it out, my name is Ali
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I roll with them Lunatics
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You know us, know what I'm sayin'
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But what you might not know
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Is we got a lot of MC's in St. Louis
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So we gon' do it like this
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First up we got my man Jewely!!!
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(Jewely)
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Now what's a grand finale
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If you ain't drinkin' grams in Cali? El Caminos on toners
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Hotel Nico with Mona, weed from Pamona
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And any ghetto catch this St. Louis nigga on the corner
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My persona known to leave rappers in a coma
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So faggotts stop the grinnin', them chrome rims reflect
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The hate in your face as you see em spinnin'
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MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's
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I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one pendin'
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This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit I'm packin' Dawg'll
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knock your heart out your chest
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Rappers suffer from cardiac arrest
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If I'm uncomfortable I dump a few
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You niggas are actin' like, I won't send em to the afterlife
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This is Judah Zor, a hard act to follow
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Murderous clique nigga, known as desperado.
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(Ali)
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Up next, Hillsdale representative
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My nigga M.K.!!!
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(M.K.)
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You knew what time it was soon as you stepped in the door
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Bitches gigglin' and pointin', and whisperin', "There he go!"
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Where he go? Me I be loungin' between the ice
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Sippin' Don P with a dime piece right!
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Whisperin' in my ear about menage a trois
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Us and her partners, El Passe panties and bras
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Freaky deaky baby I'm lovin' that
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Dig the way that you think, them your partners?
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Get them a drink, shit one bitch was strippin'
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Cause she didn't get picked, but baby
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We roll with time, it's only rippin' the six, trick
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Minutes later nigga rollin' four deep
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Them bitches tonguin' in the back
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I'm gettin' some head up in the frontseat
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She like, "I got this" you control the cockpit
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While her partners in the back sixety-ninin' tradin' cock spit.
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(Ali)
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Up next, we got that hazel-eyed heartthrob
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Miss Fo' Reel, Penelope!!!
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(Penelope)
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Hot like fire, makin' these niggas yearn
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Don't be stressin' me dirty, you got shit to learn
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How to keep these seven zeroes that's my only concern
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Put a torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn
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Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit
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Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip
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Don't make me put a lump on your lip
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A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit
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I want it all so give me it
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Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch
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More deadly than the venom that some anacondas spit
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The Marilyn Monroe, of the ghetto
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I'm a sucker for cornrows, niggas in Timbos hey
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(I got old Timbos mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?)
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Oh Lord, look nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that)
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Get the fuck on out of my face talkin' all that
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Old silly ass bullshit.
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(Ali)
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Up next, Kujo!!!
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(Kujo)
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Niggas hate me cause I'm nice in the game
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And got a style priceless like ice in the chain
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Aiyyo so who am I? I'm the best to ever spit
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I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics
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I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics
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Cause they want me gone, been in the game too long
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Here's how you want it, you come with guns nigga
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We cock two, got work? I comp too
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Block one, we pop two
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For the love for my family, and my seed
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Makin' sure them records live on, from now until infinity
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I'm from the 34, live in 3D
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Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy like I'm Figi
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Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you niggas sick of me
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No matter what the fuck you faggotts do
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You can't get rid of me.
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(Ali)
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Peace, to my cousin Trife, up next
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The one and only Mic Checker!!!
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(Mic Checker)
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St. Louis, what you know bout high-grade we wastin' it?
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What you know bout 76 pounds to break down in the basement?
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What you know bout chances enough Air Course
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Suitcases and pretty pictures out in Lambert Air Port?
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What you know bout losin' count cause there's so many stacks?
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How many niggas can say shit like this
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But there's truth in the tracks?
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What you know bou |