Key: E minor
Verse 1
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Yo,
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the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood,
be the first to set it off
We takin' what's yours,
we do jux, rush the doors
In full force, my team'll go
at your main source
Your whole setup,
from the ground up, we lock shit
Switch to killer instincts
'fore niggas pop shit
'96, strike back with more hot shit
With no time for patient
or complication
my clique airtight
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
wasn't fully cooked
meat
Verse 2
The projects is front line
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I I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
The projects is front line
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
Verse 3
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We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours,
it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
slug
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Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
see how my foul now
to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant,
it's the rap game unlimited
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Sign my roster, we can do this,
Then reminisce twenty years later
Either with me, go against the grain,
Leggin' me or robbin' me,
niggas better body me
Bitches singin' like snitches,
pointin' you out in pictures
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'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully,
playa-hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
Like a pimp,
mind control you, double-edge blow blow you
International, you local
a loose nigga stiff
Walk the beat like around the way cops
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace
Verse 4
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Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
The projects is front line (front line)
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I ain't gotta tell you
Verse 5
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You see eclipse when the MAC spit,
Layin' dead with open eyes,
Turn off his lights,
switch to darkness
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It's deep in the abyss of street life
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Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child,
Kicko turnin' men into mice
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leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap,
niggas is left stranded
Leave a foul taste in your
mouth like Guinness
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P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces,
Green Beret
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Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new,
I had this full clip for so long,
it needs to empty
You properly hit,
blood in your mouth so you could taste it
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I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna
It's a package deal, you rob me,
you take these missiles
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Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream
and that's that
Four mics on stage,
a motherfuckin' four-pound
I could truly care less,
Blow-for-blow,
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let's let's let's find out who hit hardest
This rap artist used to be a
stickup artist
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Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point,
P is sick, so save that bullshit
for the birds (nigga)
We flush through,
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