We be jamming, I grill on the track just like salmon
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I don't play no games, baccarat or backgammon
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I'm Supreme Cliente', rawer than sushi
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And if your girl got my number, means I beat that pussy
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Sword slayer, dick slinger, I got the stroll
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Of an R&B singer, Wu-Tang ruckus bringer
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36 different dialects, we call spot checks
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My homeland security, is up in the projects
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Shaolin, Stampleton, Bricks on Broad Street
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That's where niggers get chopped up like raw meat
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Fuck that, started off rocking a stocking
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Over my face, now my face is what gets it popping
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Donnie had the wave voice, being blow'd through the mic
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The definition of True T.V., fuck Spike!
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I'm the realest Akeyed that ever wet these blocks
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Too black for BET, too wild for Cops.
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And make your bust shots in the air and scream yeah!
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Or try and learned it from the mental shit, son
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Pretty Tone, I got you, fingers
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Morphine flow, lean on the brass gold
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I can see your snake eyes without the crap roll
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Bust the Mac stroll, laughing at you assholes
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Sticking thorns in my pride like the Black Crows
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Cracking your dome for breakfast, Deck spit
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Lava, fresh like the produce section
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Rapping, there's no use testing, you know who stepped in
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It's Deck bitch, for those who question
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Like Serena on the serve, I swing hard
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Main event, bad broads with ring card
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This shit here, niggers get the fiend nod
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On the wreck, though, these cowards never seen yard
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Head boss, you scavenge off what Deck toss
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I don't fall for petty talk I check the source
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Flex force with army arms, I lets off
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Bomb threat, blow both your stinky legs on!
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Bust Shots
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