When you forge your weapon you need three things:
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The right metal, temperatures of 1400 degrees, and someone who wants to kill
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Here in the jungle village we got all three
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Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
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They coming for me, my time is money, no Audemar
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Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
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They coming for me, my time is money, no Audemar
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See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing, no R&R
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No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars
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The game is ours, let's keep it funky, who said he was
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Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce
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If y'all ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost
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Already cross the light, Christ, I'm ready for 'em
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Plus anybody that saying no, I'm taking numbers
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I'm taking names, I'll take your chain, take this hunger
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Pain, pain, pain
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Then you feel the thunder and rain, I don't talk it like the rainbow
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I get it done and the game y'all
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Do me a favor, don't ever play with my ball
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Never been a player-hater, I just ain't playing with y'all
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You watching lame but look, I'm taking the charge
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Going hard will get you two shots, now I'm facing the charge
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Fire up the la, let's go take a ride
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They might catch you by surprise if you let 'em slide
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But if you're built for this shit then you might survive
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Guess I'll see you when you wake up on the other side
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Fire up the la, let's go take a ride
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They might catch you by surprise if you let 'em slide
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But if you're built for this shit then you might survive
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Guess I'll see you when you wake up on the other side
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Sort of like Mike at the United Center
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Madison Square, Boston Garden, I straight ignite on niggas
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Lil' nigga, your raps ain't no fire, that shit'll collapse so don't try
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I scribble and scratch down in my pad, that no lie
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That no fake, that uncut, that straight drop, what the fuck
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I'm pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts
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For 'em took away in cuffs I'd rather lay up in the dust
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Feel like fuck a friend a hundred million haters ain't enough
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Twist it up
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Life is a blunt and the world is my ashtray
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I got them quarters and them halves, just meet me like halfway
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And I need a hundred percent of my profit, ain't fucking with half pay
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Ain't taking no shorts or losses, bitch, we ain't fronting no tag day
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As I can recollect, praying to God this dope'll stretch
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Turn mobster warners, work these corners like P90X
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Chilling and waiting, patient retaliation just ain't find me yet
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I'll take it into Heaven, you couldn't buy me that, remind me that
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Built For This
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| Andrew Kelley |
