(feat. Kid Vishis, Iyana Dean)
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{"Frequency..."}
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
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I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back
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Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
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I'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
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We done turned to a bygone don crew
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We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
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A lifetime criminal, live by a code we call shush
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Fireman ladder flow, look at it, my bar is up
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As you can see I'm a beast on the track
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I'm even worse, I'm the hearse with the reef on the back
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I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
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My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
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'Bout to go fishin with a clip that's extended
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Because your momma got a glass eye with a fish in it (haha)
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[Chorus 2X: Iyana Dean]
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I-I think my, niggaz is soldiers
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I-I think my, bitches is gangstas
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I-I think my, niggaz is soldiers
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I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!)
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or - bring it back
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I get bitches, I get money, no specific order
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Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter
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Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the tooky aura
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I'm a muh'fucker, no really I fuck mothers
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I chug bottles and pass out on they La-Z-Boy
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She try to leave them lil' niglets with me? Shiiit
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I treat 'em all like I'm Snoop Dogg in "Baby Boy"
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Leave me alone, I'm Hancock
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Liquor sto' close I'm swoopin 'round hittin the second-hand spot
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I don't fuck with no hoe unless she a dancer
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There's no position, drug or liquor she can't try
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I'm Cancer, me versus them is a landslide
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If your face is fly, and your body is decent
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This your inauguration the same time your impeachment
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I got a lotta anger - I was hot before your first shit
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Not your album, but before your momma potty trained ya
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[Chorus]
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[Kid Vishis]
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Where my soldiers attack (it's a wrap)
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Hold up - when my soldiers attack, it's a wrap
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One clap'll lay you unconscious, bullets alpha-mega slap
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Cock grenade here, think we scared? No way
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Set yo' ass up like the cops did O.J.
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Fo' spray his body make his chest explode
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The barrel on the shotty wide as KRS's nose
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Partner, (Buck-shot) ya
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Rap like a automatic gun, lungs stoppin means you can't breathe proper
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Yeah, they like I'm on some other shit
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Whole clique hold heat like a oven mitt
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To fuck with this you want me on wax
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So I'ma tax you lil' local rappers worse than the government
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Bastard - the closest you niggaz been
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to a shotgun is in the car front seat passenger
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How 'bout you take a trip in the trunk?
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Ride to the pastor for a casket to hold ya; it's over!
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[Chorus]
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Soldier
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Royce Da 5'9'' |