[Chorus: D. Real]
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It be the B.T.J's, wit lyrics for all
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We be on point wit the joints, cuz we takin no fall
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So I'mma go for mine (so son, go for yours)
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Yo I'mma go for mine (so son, go for yours)
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[El Sha]
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My crew be in the mix, like name brand kicks
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The kids that only deal wit that type of nonsense
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You can't get wit, D.K.S. self evident
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Adolescence, reign the supreme court, in any, every, meant
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[Lil Knock]
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The time was approximately eleven forty three
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When the D called me, and told me, we must be
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Lyrically, the best that he says, the
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K N O C K, and S and K, it's spray
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Comin away, the B.T.J., it be they
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I'mma hold it down, wit sounds
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Like clowns, walk the trey pound
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Now in the underground, B.T.J. just entered
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Remember, the S comes last like December
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Once shit cock it's time to Rock like the Monsta
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In reality, B.T.J., is lyrically responsible for all difficulties
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[El Sha]
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My lyrics oppose a threat to the best M.C. yet
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And appears nightmares for those who slept
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Also the biters, claimin they writers
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They need to think about what they talk about
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When you exposin your dirt, that's when you dummin out
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Dwellin in the PJ's, all day, hangin out wit nothin to do
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Them rebellin niggas is mad, cuz I'm tellin the truth
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Hittin yo wit mind craftin, flows to molecular cord graphin
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Lil Knock]
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Aiyo one day it was me and the D
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Walkin down the street, some niggas stepped to me
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Said are you Lil R-U-T-I-Z
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He said I heard you nice on the muthafuckin M-I-C
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Battle me, battle right here, and let's see
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So we kicked a verse that didn't hurt
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So I hit 'em worst, to let him know I don't play those games
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Save 'em for the jerks, D. Verbs said "Son, let me get some"
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I said "No, cuz he's a victim, and he probably in my premises
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You know when I open my book wit my lyrics I'm endin this"
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(No question) All this shit he poppin in my ears
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Fuckin ejected, he can't hang wit my style
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Look now, here's man fillin it, back to like what I was sayin
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I start extortin, I'm not playin
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You want Lil Knock? I come on your block
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Cock and then start sprayin, lyrics
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So don't start what you can't finish
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Cuz I will be sure to end whatever you created
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[El Sha]
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Mentally you can't function
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Physically you dead wit the push of this button
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Explosion be corruptin, from the expert of execution
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I met Lil Knock at the junction
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He was talkin about walkin, to the tree spot
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We took the L to New Rox, we got stopped by two cops
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Talkin about "Where the two glocks?", we doo wops
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How was I two glocks? Man, it's too hot
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And I'm cold, so let me go, I never hold
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Whoever told you, that I do la?
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Lil Sha, fuck a do or die
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Nigga die, because of what they do
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I do what I do wit my crew
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Po-po was hype, they was like "You bite, stick wit the mic device"
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Drivin off, said "Have a good night"
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Personally I might, and all that shit I said was a psych'
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[Break]
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So who's the crew that give nightmares to those who slept (D.K.S.)
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Constantly flown wit finesse (D.K.S.)
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Puttin all comp' to rest (D.K.S.)
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Be the best so you can't contest
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Go For Yours
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Boot Camp Clik |