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Verse 1
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We're gonna kick a couple of rounds for y
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'all
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Yeah, as soon as Pete rocks,
let's the beat drop
and then bounce to the tree spot
Drago, y 'all, he got the heat cop
Peacemaker, Soul Survivor,
Hoes Delighters
Catch you off guard with
these old connivers
So amped that you can't
and won't divide us
Cause this hip hop music
dwells so inside us
Bum Bunch to party when
they don't invite us
at them clones and biters
Vultures and cheddars walkin'
round with nosy nettles
You know we ghetto,
with an old score to settle
that's cause the beats is knockin'
I'ma peak my options
Stepped in the room just to see
what's poppin'
when I start rappin'
I make the earth quake,
I'm a bonafide captain
Throughout the east, south,
west, and the north
Right straight path,
James Bonda, spittin' it
This XB, straight hittin' it
Live straight classic, gettin' the prize
Eight feet high zone,
fly promptly
Flyin' in each and every
ghetto environment
Quickly, strictly,
blessin' them with touch
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Keep rock to a beat like he rollin' a dutch
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Touch tone up my mic when I spit the raw
If you wanna pop shit, son,
you got to brawl
With a style unlike yours,
rap metaphors keep it movin'
Appreciate self -improvement
When I kick slurs,
sometimes I get elusive
Dodgin' fake rappers,
stressin' P4 exclusives
Highlight ghetto music, rappers doin' it
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Clash of the titans,
keep clowns from bitin'
Until then I keep fightin',
day and nightin'
Wake up, early morn,
I still formulate like Strahan
A clipper like Elton Brand
You can just try my hand
Still I'm the man, y 'all
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And keep comin' with shit
that y 'all can stand, y 'all
I'm more relaxed when PR's
bringin' the tracks in
like I pawned it with Tony Braxton
All I need is Tony
Touch on the backspin
And me and P gon' handle our biz
like Speedy Claxon
I'm a wild dude, I kill your child for food
some say that my style is crude
I'm in the wildest mood,
don't fuck with me
Shouts out to all the DJs
that stuck with me
I do like a few of these rappers,
but not many
For every 8 bars y 'all spit, got a hot 20
I spit em rapidly, automatic and not semi
It's the flow of the moment,
I'm hopin' you want it
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Got a list of platinum rappers,
If you on top,
I'm the one hopin' you plummet
And fall right to your death,
from right to your left
When you look, I done moved to your right,
you're losing your sight
Got a grip so tight,
that I'm bruising the mic
It's all about who's in the light,
it proves that I'm right
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come on
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Yeah kids, I'm out of here
Word, yo, good lookin'
when it's ready to rock and roll, you know what I'm sayin'? problem,
stay out of the family, alright?
No doubt, Bobby, drive safe, alright dude?
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