| Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree
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| Burnin all the way to four when it’s time for an encore
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| Hardcore, unexplanable like the Trinity
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| Taking out the enemy with double shots of Hennessey
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| And ain’t no such thing as a survivor
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| Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire
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| While I dominate brainstorm like McGyver
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| I make fakes deteriorate like Richard Pryor
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| Now who’s the liar, who’s the man with the answers
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| Am I the Xzibit or breakin down like branches
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| Tryin to survive in this high price of livin
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| That’s only most niggas is dead or in prison
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| And a whole new style of livin
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| We are at an all time low like Jacques Cousteau
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| We got the minors and the majors and I just went pro
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| I’m like Shadrac Meshack Abendago
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| It’s way too hot niggas gotta shake the spot
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| We put you all up in knots but yo it’s all for a reason
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| As long as I’m sweatin and breathin it’s open season
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| On any emcee that flash his brights in my gunsights
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| In the shade, paid, from the bitch-made
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| Took the test made the grade now we in the cut
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| You can’t handle the static you don’t wanna turn it up
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| Your eyes my shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit
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| But you still won’t step so come next
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| To a whole new style of livin
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| Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree
|
| Burnin all the way to four when it’s time for an encore
|
| Hardcore, unexplanable like the Trinity
|
| Taking out the enemy with double shots of Hennessey
|
| And ain’t no such thing as a survivor
|
| Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire
|
| While I dominate brainstorm like McGyver
|
| I make fakes deteriorate like Richard Pryor
|
| Now who’s the liar, who’s the man with the answers
|
| Am I the Xzibit or breakin down like branches
|
| Tryin to survive in this high price of livin
|
| That’s only most niggas is dead or in prison
|
| And a whole new style of livin |