All my brothers (what)
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Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
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Shaolin take it to the top
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All the ladies (oowww)
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Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
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Keepin the party tight aiiight
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[Pop The Brown Hornet]
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I be the one to break through your barrier
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Bomb carrier
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Ready to explode in hype mode
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You'll catch a bad decision at any given
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I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I'm livin
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Let me lay the law, let me connect four
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G.P. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and thought
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Standin tall but you comin up short
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Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport
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Ran into the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun
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You target practice, I'ma hit you off for fun
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Answer one question, what crossed your mind
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To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop design
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You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin
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Like a gun toter up against an assassin
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I'm the real McCoy, old school B-Boy
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Anything I seek I could create or destroy
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It's like that, born with the strength to strike back
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Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat
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It's either you or my contract
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All you gotta say is where we get it on at
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And it's on
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All my brothers (what)
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Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
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Shaolin take it to the top
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All the ladies (oowww)
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Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
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Keepin the party tight aiiight
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[Rubberbands]
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Movin in a city of crooks where they don't play by the books
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It's off the hook, got me on crop
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Ready to pop somethin in my circumference if we don't rock
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But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot
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Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs
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Let it die down, get it out the air
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Gossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-TIPS
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Hundred dollar ho went international on the Richard Bey Show
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Everybody wanna blow overnight
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The secret to my success is I don't get too hype
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Laid back killer instances, killer track
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Make a snap remack
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Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack
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Highly addictive
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The microphone's the glass dick and I'm smokin smash hits
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I need to be rehabilitated
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And if I write to the beat that only makes the murder of the track
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premeditated
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[June Luva]
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How dare you even look my way
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Better yet cross my path and have somethin to say
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You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin with
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Niggas suck my dick, June'll be the first to bust your shit
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Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fast
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The first one that steps be the first one I click-click-blast
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Hit em one time up in his brain
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But didn't kill em, I left him mentally insane
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It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin
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Animosity towards me will get you toasted
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6 million ways, 365 days
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I be on the street, crime pays
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Nicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustle
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Until I learned how to grab heat and take it with the muscle
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And rush you, and pin you to the wall quickly
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I'm shifty, low down dirty and gritty
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All my brothers (what)
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Let the world know it's hot
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All the ladies (oowww)
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[Dark Skinned Assassin]
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Can you feel us all up in your swat
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Can't touch the God lyrical, far from typical style
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Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred miles
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Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths
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Casualty, S.I. be I soulful by the craft
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Devine self Allah, the golden mic holder
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Got this whole shit locked like the Ayatollah
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Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils
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But the God made dirt to dig they grave with the shovel
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Try to slay the master, his heartrate beats faster
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Assault and battery make it hard to remember
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Behold I the black avenger
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Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as December
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Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure
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And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja
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Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real
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War, four score with a hundred raw niggas
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[Down Low Recka]
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You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the line
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With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine
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Mental court got niggas doin time and
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Frustration got me ready to do crime
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Watch me shine like a comet
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Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit |