| Ain’t no time to waste, we in the race
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| All my peoples wit me, they try to get to first place
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| M.F.C., way for life, I’m here to let you know
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| Time don’t wait for nobody, we tryin to get dough
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| You didn’t hear about Magnum Force crushin
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| The ones you couldn’t trust son, we just start bustin
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| Eliminate the weed, stand firm wit my scrum
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| Cuz I want all my real peoples to live long
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| These bitches wanna be my telephone love, and I got to admit it They heard it’s Lidu Rock, now ya niggas on my did-ick
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| Ya need to quit it, I cock gats then watch 'em spit it To split it, ya ass in half, so come get wit it It’s Representative who never lack, no doubt
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| Bring on your wife, your baby moms, I blow that back right out
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| I be the mack with fout, the one O, so you know
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| I tear the veins out ya ass, like I’m triple fronto
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| I run wit the wildest, plus stylish, cats of way back
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| Whip whop, Big Joe, my uptown connect
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| Wit niggas got they tongue numb from stashin the cracks
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| I was throwin Papi store down wit the tape duct gat
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| I move up from that, now I flip legal trap
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| Tied up in mutual bonds, stocks and rap
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| Still I get loot from my man, when I’m broke for smoke
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| And catch a dice game in the PJ’s, keep the bankin blow
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| Yo, startin tension, when I’m wit my shark fishin
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| Stompin competition, wit lines from my composition
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| Not to mention, I’m beyond comprehension
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| Boy, I retire MC’s, then extort them for they pension
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| For instance, I turn a master to a presence
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| Through the fenceless, that go against this, is plain senseless
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| I’m out blastin, spit my word like a mack ten
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| You ain’t laughin, splashin my jewels like a craftsmen
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| Perfect flex, on good neck niggas that claim
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| That ya done mastered the game, but ya worthless
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| That shit on purpose, snipe those who deserve it Keepin niggas nervous, my M.F.C. |
| at ya service
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| Yo, I got ya rap sissy fags under pressure
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| Shake it like earthquake, Richter scale couldn’t measure
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| Who let the, monster out the cage, sharks swimmin thru ya sector
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| Behind you like back catchers, head snuff rock nester
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| Forever be the aggressor
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| Bring a marvel trouble, make us wet the set up Calm ya heifer, get that bitch a check up from the neck up I sell ya whole crew, black eyes like Uncle Fester
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| But it ain’t zebra, that’ll be ya knowin beaver
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| Cell phones, jewels, everything but ya sneakers
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| Keep those, caught po-po, I break ya jaw
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| Run M.F.C., muthafucka, we event no laws
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| News flash, for all ya bitch niggas who bruise fast
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| I twist pack ya sensitive ass, cuz you won’t last in the arena
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| Caught between reality and dreaming, scheming
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| Get deleted by my team when you least expect it Flip the script then I wreck shit
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| Caught you by surprise, now recognize and respect this
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| Don’t sweat this, cuz Tek just scoop me up in the Lexus
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| Upset cuz you slept when I was makin connections
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| Travelin 'cross the U.S., linkin up with some of the truest
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| Revolutionist, niggas stay ready to do this
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| So let’s do this
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| Sean Price in the house nigga, never forget that
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| If that nigga keep riffin, I’mma split his shit back
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| The way you get that, rap from, don’t make me slap them
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| Niggas up in the face, til my people wit the gats come
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| From the producer, who like to looper
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| Type a hypa shit, that make the world act stupid
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| You try to play me son, you get a baby, when I got
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| Crazy guns, aimin them shits at your muthafuckin cranium
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| Flamin 'em, but in the long run, do nine blamin 'em
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| For the shit they do, cuz they claimin they into datin son
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| Maybe one of they niggas just might see the ruckus, but fuck it All ya niggas corny as hell, so just suck dick
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| The few of the men, the greater the share of honor
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| Same shit up in cloud, when ya smokin marijuana
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| I never bow down, cuz chow down needs to hold down
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| I swatted them hoe, make the order of the tottin
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| My microphone is smokin like a glow skull
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| Tottin clums in this rap shit, get dethroned
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| Empty headed, before ya sweatbands is sweated
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| Test the top gun, without one, nigga, forget it Ya niggas suck dick, my crew be on some I don’t give a fuck shit
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| All boppin our shit to that new Rock and Ruck shit
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| Me and hold strong been down for to long
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| We done seen these bitches niggas outside, now come and gone
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| Now don’t get me wrong, I like when I move
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| Run out to my shows in GS3OO's
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| Come out to my hotel and take off they clothes
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| Participatin in all the big holes
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| That’s how it goes, we sip back guzzlin beers
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| They drink rhyme Tek and Steele, and they ain’t been out for years
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| I get hyped son, and set it on the scene
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| Maybe it’s he, Hennyville from N.Y.C.
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| Put it out, apostrophe A.G. enemy
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| Fo fuck wit M.F.C., you get buried
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| Crip like Carrey, I know ya niggas hear me I put it on from dust to dawn, to stay worried
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| Row then he blow, row just like Moby
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| Dick in the dirt, to run the planet like Toby
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| Ya in it lonely, shootin shots like Shinobi
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| You wanna know me, but all I think about is money |