[Intro]
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Gimme a F, "F!"
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Gimme a U, "U!"
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Gimme a C, "C!"
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Gimme a K, "K!"
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[Hook]
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We do drugs, Uncle Howie 'til we die
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So long as we alive keep it movin' like a drive by
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We could stack dough sky high
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Listen one to five
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Eighty nine tech nine it's all live
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(2x)
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[Ill Bill]
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Yeh yeh I shot Reagan plus I shot Nixon, Non-Phixion
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Fuck up competition like nine car collision
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Now ya arm's missin', you look like the drummer from Def Leperd
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The walkin' talkin' death weapon that junk that the head spins
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Peace to the X-Men, eighty nine tech motherfuckin' nine
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I wrote a hundred fuckin' rhymes about these troubled times
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Fuck up ya head like when ya mother dies
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Non-Phixion launch an', you brothers want!
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[Goretex]
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The quartet, drop you at ya parents doorstep
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It's G-13 with Mister Goretex government issue
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Run in ya chick Israeli pistols, I'm here to dis you
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All them rhymes that you spit on ya shit don't really fit you
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Non-Phixion we move like rock stars we burnin' cop cars
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Dust the guards tryna top ours Howie he got charged
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Runnin' the label, I twist tits like twin trae deuce
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I'm takin' the stage pissed the fuck off with twin cables
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[Sabac Red]
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I spit the confident, zero tolerance splash ya continents
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Future escapades cross the rival dominant, prominent
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Loosed at ya barricade, crush ya masquerade
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Rip ya mask off, make you wish you never stayed
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You fuckin' bitch, I make you fuck ya moms between her tits
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You paganist, rockin' Avirex, suckin' dick and smokin dits
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K-C-R and Lord Seer plus Papito Garcia
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Non-Phixion and we the fuck up outta here
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89.9 Promo
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Non Phixion |