Pockets fat like the Good Year blimp
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Hollow heads is sterilized in peroxide, waiting for you
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Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne
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So I can offer you a tummy tuck
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See your stomach is stapled, it's on
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It's dangerous down my alley, dog
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It's like the halls and I'm out it, dog
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Hear the shanks scratching the gate?
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See the god Tone standing here for dolo, give you an '89 whooping
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Leave your body looking like you was raped
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And don't ever come at me sideways, hands in your pocket
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'Cause I will turn to Steven Segal, rip your arm out your socket
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Y'all little niggas watch it, I do this for free
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Knocking rappers out, trust me, over a clown, I'm not here to make a profit
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Nigga, if this was the arts, it be the best kung fu
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And I'm Tone Yao Chin, serving y'all wonton soup
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I do shit like disarm a group, drink a 40 with him
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And tell y'all niggas stay the fuck out my loot
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My nina, my nine-ah, Medina, marauder
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Sabrina, discard her, redeem her for Allah
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Supreme architecture, the beat spark connector
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Inject in my serum, infiltrate in your sector
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Bobby Steels keep steels concealed, be still
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Leave you fifty shot banana clips with free refills
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Guns bursting, one person is curtains for certain
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Most often fill coffins, no nursing or surgeons
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Is needed, blood depleted, your body deleted
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Like unsaved wav files, no way to retrieve it
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Best believe it, tall, slender the cat
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I remember that my moms put gunpowder inside my Similac
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My brain is untamed, some claim that son is strange
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'Cause in my basement I keep studios in gun ranges
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Plus I got more Cheese than Sicily
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Pizzeria rotisserie, burn MC's out they misery
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Evil Deeds
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