[Chorus: U-God]
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I got a heart of stone, flesh and bone
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Red skin tone, rap syndrome
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[U-God]
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I'm that street sweeper, dope beat finder
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Forty four piece, keep on pushing with a meat grinder
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Heat mizer, to all you competitors
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You regular, regular, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
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Return of the predator, let me demonstrate
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Make niggaz spill blood like women menunstrate
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And I'm, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through
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If he fight to the death, I'mma buckle you
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Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable
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I don't play by your rules, I stick and move
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Everyday that you do, catches up to you
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I want my cake and eat it too, stop the game
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Leave bruises on your neck, when I pop your chain
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Yeah, the hunger/pain, make me an awesome thug
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I'm my own verdict, fuck the jury, the judge
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Yeah, hear me loud, I bring fury to clubs
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[Chorus]
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[U-God]
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I rap gritty, cuz the city's infested
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I got the city trapped, trapped in my deathgrip
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When the tech spit, we bang out excedrin
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Yeah, you wet kid, the aftershock's around ya
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Can't wait to let off, the eighteen pounder
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The bulldog growler, potato on the end
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I don't turn belly up, or jelly on a friend
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They held me in the pens, twenty three hour options
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Locked in, now I'm in the top ten
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I'll never bend, heads give up
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When I, see ready for, dead in the dust
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I throw up the crust, then I shatter they mask
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It's a must, it's a must, that I shoot fast, come on!
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[Chorus]
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[U-God]
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The streets is like Satan, I'm from the Hill
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Cuz people keep hating, cuz I score at will
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Don't fuck with new niggaz, I figured they wired
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I set 'em on fire, like the name was Pryor
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I'm a livewire brother, that's something superb
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Want a glass room mansion, up in New Jers'
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Puff a dutch and an herb, stay in touch with ya bird
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In an all black Phantom, crushing the curbs
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Spill my guts on my word, cuz my measure is lethal
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From the Oooh Building, my Resident Evil
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Throw consecutive free throws, I'm poppin' the Don
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Better, clear the way, another blow from the Arm
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And don't be alarmed, when I'm scrappin' this CREAM
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With knicks the size of ice cubes, taking your fiends
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And I popped out the rifle and M-16
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You see me on the screen with the Charlie's Angels
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All in the closet, keep nothing but Kangols
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Catch him in Bahamas eating all the mango's
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Call in for drama, bring on the pay load
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[Chorus x2]
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Heart Of Stone
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U-God |