| I’m verbally generous, every word it be effortless
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| Specialist when penning this, I’m just playing all the percentages
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| Staying raw with the menaces, play the part of a chemisist
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| Mixing deadly words and making 'em venomous, remember this
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| Wasn’t raised with the etiquette since the days of a Genesis
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| Now I benefit, 'cause the game is back in its Genesis
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| I’m reacting like Emmitt Smith, fourth quarter
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| Two minutes left and this here is a tall order
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| It’s more slaughter, farewells and «Our Fathers»
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| Say a prayer, the day is here that you walked water
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| From your corner they talk Sodom, but no Gomorrah
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| So who’s sane to think that our people is more poorer?
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| A more father, niggas running from court orders
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| I’m used to niggas with tall goals that fall shorter
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| Every time I see you, you be where the narcs park
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| Spray his fucking wheel like Con Art, that’s always the hard part
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| You should stay quiet when the God bark
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| Every gun I carry, nose bigger than an aardvark
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| The only way to get 'em is to get 'em when the car start
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| With the combination of skill and cunning of card sharks
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| Vinnie let them dogs bark, then you see a large spark
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| I’m a fucking lion, I suffer from an enlarged heart
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| Put 'em where it’s all dark, vomit and piss
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| And I only fuck with noodles if he promise me chips
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| Cause I always gotta have like twenty-thou' on my wrist
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| With a bitch that exist, suck, swallow, and dip
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| I’m the one that you rappers call when you want raw
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| Have a bunch of young bulls aiming at your front door
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| This the twelfth round and y’all are standing on sacred ground
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| Take the pound and teach you workers how you should break it down |