[Lil Knock]
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Come and say laugh time is comin love
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And give 'em one
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What? Dickin in the bed fiend
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Say ow, licka fam
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My style don't leave one and gal
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Here come Black Stal'
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What? Them never know me
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So strong, gal
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Now, I just wan' get rid of action
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Me not gon' rhyme, ya use protection
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Soften up ya lips for this
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We come fonder, we come sounder
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[M.S.]
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When I do my thing, I move the crowd like aura
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M to the period S, it spells horror
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Makin others in my space take deep swallows
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Sorta like a barber, step in my parlor
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Gotta stick wit the nicest, so I light this
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Light that bulb in my head, just off excitement
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That trifeness I don't deal with, because it stress me
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You wouldn't know how to act, if you wasn't S, g
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All my M.F.C., we mad thorough
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For years to come, our shit will bump through your borough
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And stay, while pay, the stack like couch
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If you don't know by now, you never figure it out
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[Top Dog Big Kahuna]
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Aiyo, once my niggas start feelin vibe, they pull out they nines
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Do think it's body bulletproof, I'mma show you his spine
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Get loose one time, hop back the 4-5
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Whoever think they clappin, can't happen, handle your B.I.
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Cuz once I call my M.F.C., they wild out
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If you don't wanna be a part of this, then just brake out
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You don't got it all
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To many M.C.'s claimin they harder, soft like my balls
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[Doc Holiday]
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Chew on this
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And if tomorrow never comes, fuck it, I'm wit my sons
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Blazin buns in the back room, with D.O., Cal and Ones
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Got my mic check by Cleo, C.O. bitch from Riker's
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Met her on the Av., tight hold the top wit biker
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Short, pussy fat, first place, I chase the cat
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That brakes his arm, word is bond, D-O-C is holdin heat
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Wit the force, no doubt, to knock your ass off your feet
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The choice is yours, hospital or the morgue
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[Chorus 4X: Lil Knock]
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You're Not Sure To See Tomorrow
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You're Not Sure To See Tomorrow, whoa-ho
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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This be that bomb shit, strong arm shits in your garment
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If there is a problem, I'mma see you into promise
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Truly yours, 'Ville Slug
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Got your shorty, pissy off the Henny, then she drop the drawers
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G.C.'d all day, even by my lonely, all ways
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Reppin full stretch for the pay
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[Starang Wondah]
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I take off my coat, pass Sean Price the L
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Bitches on the side, sayin "Starang nice as hell"
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We shit on these rappers, they in hell, twice the smell
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My niggas in jail, forever screamin life is hell
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I might as well pick up the cell, call my bitch Rakel
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Who used to be my shorty, hop friend, now it's hard to tell
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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They say we cock-eyed, Eye of the Tiger, just like Rocky
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Can't help it, when we ride shit like a jockey
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Non stoppin, hit the stage, rockin and shockin
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In stealth shit, for them bitch niggas not likin
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[Starang Wondah]
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Aiyo this is the Boot Camp show, I'm your host
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I love French toast and bitches that's high post
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My M.F.C. back niggas down that try and get too close
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Me and Henny gettin high on flights coast to coast
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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And once we touch ground, shit, that better be on flow
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Grand tour, had better be ready to roll
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[Illa Noyz]
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Ready to roll, whether rhyme time or hold stroll
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Slay Mongol, here to let you know tomorrow's not show
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I blow, sure to bogust, that thing ain't so tough
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Like any 4X4 on doughnuts, you better hold up
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Show guts, I'mma spill 'em, hot letta drill 'em
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Lyrics evolve around your dome, like Chuck you chillin
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I'mma slave to the rhythm, they know how I hit 'em
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Noyz is the undersea, circumstance niggas become victims
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They know I'm gon fix them, up with the meth
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I'm fed, I mean, I'm dope like heroin on the scene
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You should come clean, rhymer says you get hit with something
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I'm headhunting, like football players when they crunchin
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All that for frontin, you should learn to listen
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Showin ya acts, your dead like Apollo in exhibition
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You're Not Sure to See Tomorrow
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