Key: G# minor
Verse 1
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Em
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I can't' remember these old rhymes
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Verse 2
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[Kalage]
Shit we comin' after the
whack rappers
Studio gat- clappers slash
jackers
Them braggin' back- stabbin' non-
rappin' autographers
lights don't beep me
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Em
Or a preacher that play dice
It's another level bitch
And I'm sick of rappers braggin'
bout they diamond bezelled wrists
I bet I'll melt yo shit
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Cause Shawn J come hotter
Couldn't beat me if I was yo dick
We were in the movies
Watchin' porn flicks in 3D
And you were PeeWee
The Vince Carter of rap,
Shawn tall and brown skinned
Dunkin' dick in yo bitch
with my arm in the rim
Burnin' rappers till sun- up
back tryin' to come up
To get grip
Shawn slick with bricks for chips
I flip one- fifth of a brick
Nicks go for 6
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Tug a four- fifth with more glits than 6 twists
Slick 6 style switch
Like a whip stick shift
I stole rap like the grinch stole Christmas
hit licks to get grip
Tryin' to make more bread
This misfit pissed cause I hit his chick
He mad cause I'm Indiana like Rik Smits
underground like the Ninja Turtle
I play the cut though
Mr. Nice guy slash cut throat
Spit doo- doo like you butt
blow
Verse 3
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Can't stop the Mob
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B
Can't stop
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Boondox
Can't stop Kalage
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C
B
Repeat
11x's
Verse 4
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[Boondox Blax]
Smoke from the Mob
That charcoal color lyrical
criminal spittin' flows from yo ?
and take over yo block
South Coast to the Rocks
Open up shop totin' a glock with
a scope on the top
Two clips in each ankle tucked
low in my sock
yo block scorchin' hot
yo mail out of yo box
gonna come control my block
Check yo face you see a infrared
now way it's not
all up in yo teeth too
So many red dots look like
My clique hold heat too
But I roll with more people
Macks like Rudy Ray Moore,
Goldie and Seigel
like wet gremlins
It's best you hide the baguettes listen
Lyrics stickin' to yo brain as if
yo pillow was porcupine
I poke yo tummy like Doughboy
Makin' ya bummy
Smokey done it in two years and 4 weeks
I ain't lying
If Jigga Jordan
You can call me the Kobe
So go get more practice
? I ain't even pass it
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Barely made it past the 10th grade
You been writin' for 20 years
And still writin' and I been in
this shit getting' paid
It makes you move out the way
if you did not notice
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Em
Here come the
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Mob
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Hook
Outro 1
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