I'm like a panther in the dark
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Silent when I strike the paper
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Like a dagger in your heart
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When I write I leave a mark
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I seen a NARC before they even bark (park)
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Told son "leave the block"
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Get that money upstairs
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In case the 'covers see it's(currency is) marked
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Beat a(Be the) man who plot against me, God forgive me
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My enemies die in the street if(and) my heat is empty
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Coindentally
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The same fate was meant for me
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My AK's my lawyer
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When it's on, it represent for me
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Vacate the sentence
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Case acquitted when your face get splitted
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I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin'
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Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments
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But(Where) we could either live, die, or face imprisonment
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Take a hit of this,
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Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw
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My rhyme is on consignment
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Just in case you wanted more
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Lyrics are furious
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I reign imperious
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Niggas ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious
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Streets personify me
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Like heat I keep beside me
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Either I be, the most underrated lyrical
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Drug related nigga who gun be blazin in the projects
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A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest
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Where I'm from
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A fiend is selling heated(heaters) for five jungs (?)
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Dealers scatter when D's or Y(I) come
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R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young
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And niggas either dream of b-balling, or to be balling
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Sometimes it's hard for me to write,
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Son, the streets calling
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Patience is a virtue
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Temptation will hurt you
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And sentence (you) to a bid
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Your fake friends will desert you
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Til' you're assed out
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Screaming life's a bitch that(like a bitch had) burnt you
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I don't expect a fake nigga to feel this
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Look in my eyes, stare at the realness
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I was corrupted by drug supply
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Fly kicks, and buckin' nines
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Looking up at the skies
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Thinking I'm too young to die
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Thoughts are conquering
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Though we were taught not to since(sin)
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Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends
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My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven
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No man can harm you
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An army of angels with true love is(that's) there to guard you
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Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother
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The deep shit
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Three bricks remain uncut(uncovered)
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But(<--no but) the industry didn't want me in(and)
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They try to condemn me
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Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me
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Yet a thug nigga rise
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People are snakes, and justice is blind
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My jury is my gun at my side
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Son I write with the trifeness
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Engraved in Tyson(enitcing)
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Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless
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The realness
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Some try to conceal this
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Despite that fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness
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I'm a key[ki(as in, kilo)]
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You three grams with cut in it
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If you want it
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I don't give a fuck, nigga
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Rapper slash Drug dealer
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Slash I bust my gun, nigga
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Slash your face with a rug, nigga
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What's the meaning (echoes 9x)
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Verbal Graffiti
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