| I deal out physical justice and actual facts
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| I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie’s tracks
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| If I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn’t believe
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| The depths of the deviance that I can conceive
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| I overachieve, I’m underrated
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| I got you under pressure, I’m over medicated
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| The biters wanna bite it, the haters wanna hate it
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| Got on stage at your show and I defecated
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| Every rhyme I spit, is the ultimate
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| Truth from the pulpit, let’s cut the bullshit
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| It’s fucking Coka, taking over
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| The wrath of Jehovah’s like a supernova
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| Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
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| I pull out my sword and I cut you down
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| The wrath of the Lord’s what I’m bringing 'round
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| Pay heed, take warning when you hear the sound
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| I represent what it mean to be true to the game
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| Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
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| They call me Mr. White! |
| — Ain't a more suitable name
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| La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing
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| I represent what it mean to be true to the game
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| Or what its like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
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| They call me Mr. White! |
| — Ain't a more suitable name
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| La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing
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| My competition’s presentation is so damn weak
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| I’m all knowing with AK’s like Mozambique
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| So gangster when I creep up, pull a trigger, eagle buck
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| We don’t give a fuck, even Jesus is leaking blood
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| From a distance you might wonder what he’s seizing from
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| But on closer inspection you see it’s the heat from the gun
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| That’s makin' his body rise, homicide, I’mma ride
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| Like the Cyclone at Coney Island when it’s drama time
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| ILL Bill, I’m a product of the projects
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| My conduct — complex — I like hot sluts that suck my dick
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| I’m multi-faceted, a real deep individual
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| I’m into new pussy, new cars, and new pistols too
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| This is who I am, you wonder how I kill a man
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| Millions of fans relate to La Coka Nostra; |
| we stand
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| For honor amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves
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| A federation of terror in a war with the beast
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| I represent what it mean to be true to the game
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| Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
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| It’s Billy Crystal! |
| — Ain't a more suitable name
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| La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing
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| I represent what it mean to be true to the game
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| Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
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| It’s Billy Crystal! |
| — Ain't a more suitable name
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| La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing
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| They call me fuckingCharlie Hustle with his knuckles gnarly,
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| Puffin' marley with a muffled mumble saying nothing hardly
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| Truck Denali, everybody hottie
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| Buying snotty-nosed hoes, totally out of our skulls
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| Soles on my timbos, powder white outta sight
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| Knuckles brashed as a baby, I don’t even gotta fight
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| My teams high, we blast for funds
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| Our whole world revolve around cash and guns
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| DMS villains, the coke and the dro smokers
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| That poke holes in your hoe’s chocha
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| From the brokenest cold sofa to posin' with dough in limos and old chauffeurs
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| You should know already now 'cause I told most of ya’s
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| We bullshit with Bolsheviks, guineas, and micks
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| Kykes, gooks, spooks, and spics
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| It’s a cold world with ruthlessness
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| So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this
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| I represent what it mean to be true to the game
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| Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
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| They call me Slaine! |
| — Ain't a more suitable name
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| La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing
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| I represent what it mean to be true to the game
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| Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
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| They call me Slaine! |
| — Ain't a more suitable name
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| La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing |