*featuring DJ Clue
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[Verse One -- from the Show & A.G. "Full Scale EP"]
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[Verse Two -- from the DJ Clue CD "The Professional"]
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[Verse One]
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Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
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But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence
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Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up
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If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
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Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
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Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was
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Official thugs in the drug profession
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Drug connections, drug addictions
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Still seein the judge for drug possession
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The four-D's, all these is more reas'
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to either get big, or leave and let live
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We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
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We probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf
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I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze
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Don't try to breeze, or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees
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Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
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My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
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You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath
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You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
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You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed
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Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick
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Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album
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I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island
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You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits
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How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics
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I'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics
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My matureness is my insurance
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Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit
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You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison
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You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join em
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I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel
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I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils
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Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours
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Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours
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[Verse Two]
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Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.
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Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
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Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
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Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
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Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound
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Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown
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Talk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown
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Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground
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Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip
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You keep playin.. and I get furious quick
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And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
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Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil
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I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit
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Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
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I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac(ura)
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Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
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It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act
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My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
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I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
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with the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose
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Classic Verses Medley: Drop It Heavy / Fantastic 4
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| Big Punisher |
