[Supreme]
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Ain't no time to waste, we in the race
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All my peoples wit me, they try to get to first place
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M.F.C., way for life, I'm here to let you know
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Time don't wait for nobody, we tryin to get dough
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You didn't hear about Magnum Force crushin
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The ones you couldn't trust son, we just start bustin
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Eliminate the weed, stand firm wit my scrum
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Cuz I want all my real peoples to live long
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[Lidu Rock]
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These bitches wanna be my telephone love, and I got to admit it
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They heard it's Lidu Rock, now ya niggas on my did-ick
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Ya need to quit it, I cock gats then watch 'em spit it
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To split it, ya ass in half, so come get wit it
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It's Representative who never lack, no doubt
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Bring on your wife, your baby moms, I blow that back right out
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I be the mack with fout, the one O, so you know
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I tear the veins out ya ass, like I'm triple fronto
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[Tek]
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I run wit the wildest, plus stylish, cats of way back
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Whip whop, Big Joe, my uptown connect
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Wit niggas got they tongue numb from stashin the cracks
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I was throwin Papi store down wit the tape duct gat
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I move up from that, now I flip legal trap
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Tied up in mutual bonds, stocks and rap
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Still I get loot from my man, when I'm broke for smoke
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And catch a dice game in the PJ's, keep the bankin blow
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[Top Dog Big Kahuna]
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Yo, startin tension, when I'm wit my shark fishin
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Stompin competition, wit lines from my composition
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Not to mention, I'm beyond comprehension
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Boy, I retire MC's, then extort them for they pension
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For instance, I turn a master to a presence
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Through the fenceless, that go against this, is plain senseless
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I'm out blastin, spit my word like a mack ten
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You ain't laughin, splashin my jewels like a craftsmen
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Perfect flex, on good neck niggas that claim
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That ya done mastered the game, but ya worthless
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That shit on purpose, snipe those who deserve it
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Keepin niggas nervous, my M.F.C. at ya service
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[Rock]
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Yo, I got ya rap sissy fags under pressure
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Shake it like earthquake, Richter scale couldn't measure
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Who let the, monster out the cage, sharks swimmin thru ya sector
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Behind you like back catchers, head snuff rock nester
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Forever be the aggressor
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Bring a marvel trouble, make us wet the set up
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Calm ya heifer, get that bitch a check up from the neck up
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I sell ya whole crew, black eyes like Uncle Fester
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But it ain't zebra, that'll be ya knowin beaver
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Cell phones, jewels, everything but ya sneakers
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Keep those, caught po-po, I break ya jaw
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Run M.F.C., muthafucka, we event no laws
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[Steele]
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News flash, for all ya bitch niggas who bruise fast
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I twist pack ya sensitive ass, cuz you won't last in the arena
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Caught between reality and dreaming, scheming
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Get deleted by my team when you least expect it
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Flip the script then I wreck shit
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Caught you by surprise, now recognize and respect this
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Don't sweat this, cuz Tek just scoop me up in the Lexus
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Upset cuz you slept when I was makin connections
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Travelin 'cross the U.S., linkin up with some of the truest
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Revolutionist, niggas stay ready to do this
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So let's do this
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[Ruck]
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Sean Price in the house nigga, never forget that
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If that nigga keep riffin, I'mma split his shit back
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The way you get that, rap from, don't make me slap them
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Niggas up in the face, til my people wit the gats come
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From the producer, who like to looper
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Type a hypa shit, that make the world act stupid
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You try to play me son, you get a baby, when I got
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Crazy guns, aimin them shits at your muthafuckin cranium
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Flamin 'em, but in the long run, do nine blamin 'em
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For the shit they do, cuz they claimin they into datin son
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Maybe one of they niggas just might see the ruckus, but fuck it
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All ya niggas corny as hell, so just suck dick
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[Doc Holiday]
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The few of the men, the greater the share of honor
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Same shit up in cloud, when ya smokin marijuana
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I never bow down, cuz chow down needs to hold down
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I swatted them hoe, make the order of the tottin
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My microphone is smokin like a glow skull
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Tottin clums in this rap shit, get dethroned
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Empty headed, before ya sweatbands is sweated
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Test the top gun, without one, nigga, forget it |