You's a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef
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a backseat criminal that pass the heat
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to somebody that blast the heat
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Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?
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A Villain on the vinyl an analog outlaw
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alot of gats on your DAT, tape southpaw
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you thuggin' when the mic's plugged in
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barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense
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you wild on the two inch
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got your platinum plaques to prove it
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your music's been around the World movin'
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and it comes right back around to the ground, don't it?
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now it's time to face your opponent
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Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at
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fuck that, not because we have to, I want to
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I love this shit, the raw is what I live for
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to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
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to see the niggas that can't pay rush the door
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whylin' on the dancefloor
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when they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war
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but it's a different type of effect, it's not violence
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they're just tranced by the advance
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tranked by the sound bank
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put under the drum, numbed off of our shit
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now who you rockin' wit'? them or us
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deep love or cheap lust?, QB 'll bust
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Infamous 'till we pass on
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you laughin' at the wrong shit, I take ac-tion
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defend my confidantes
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nigga I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of bein' top dog
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as we move through the stage fog
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I need to bass more
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so I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL
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and lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga it's on..
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Verse 2: (Cormega)
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(yo, back up yo..)
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Who's tale you tellin'? are you frail or felon?
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were you makin' sales or watchin' niggas sellin'?
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you exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em
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you never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin'
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you never felt the razor scrapin' your plate
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your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' 'cause theres paper to make
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you never felt the power of invincibility
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clutchin' a gun like fuck it thun, it's him or me
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at your best you was a hand to hand
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no more than Three grams
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what the fuck you know about a Key, man?
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you never hustled
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lets get it right, my nigga Y would've stuck you
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stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
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what you tryin' to do? help the guys in Blue?
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indict thuns so that can be another rhyme for you?
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you a parasite, you never had a life
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so you throw other niggas lives in your pad at night
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it's clever when you write it
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spoken well for a dude who never been indicted
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you know the deal mothafucka, the real make the fake niggas kneel
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and lose appetites when you taste niggas steel
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my rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real
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I'm like Big, you can't replace the skill
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I laced it ill like Cocaine in Scarface's grill
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your mothafuckin' flow is basic, chill
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I'm Cormega, raw forever
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y'all niggas know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens
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you minor league
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I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team
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your whole team is pussy, when I squeeze vaginas bleed
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my lyrics stay official
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I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal
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your niggas, they won't miss you
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my Nickel-plated pistol - got Sixteen shots, you can take 'em wit' you
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to the coffin or DA's office
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surgery, nurses screamin' "We lost him!"
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life suddenly divorced him, fuck it, it cost him
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if you want beef say no more
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brace your delf, nigga it's on, we spray Four-Fours, bitch!
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Thun & Kicko
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Cormega |