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Uh, Dreddy Kruger, What Up my Nigga
Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Razzy, you know
Shouts out to my nigga recognize. They lyin tho
Formin a very strong advance post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Lets say bino means an equal value
Prematurely brought to play. I’ll never allow you
To strike first, so precautions must be taken
And whats worst, when you just frontin and fakin
Its a shame when the 16 bars is just a waste
And every line of word is badly placed
Even dealin with the narrow window of time
My arrangements will quick shut down your power lines
On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
That only move at the push of a button, to pull slings
Bad boys move in silence, secretly fade in
Unlike fake gangstas and you wanna be made men
Ackin like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln
Or they rollin 200 murders from Kingston
Our goal is to learn yal niggas bout this new world order
But i’m still tryina run up in the presidents daughter
He the author, ain’t nothin naughty to spark her
Stick to bitches walls like i’m Peter Parker
Divita Guerera, side kick kacker
5 naked fliks on the internet, jack her
Dawg I’m not a rapper i’m the black dracula
Nos for ride to, spittin darts and chew out a black aqua
Homies is gat packas, rat packa
Fly nigga, i’m the benjamin stackin tractor
Mack attacka, pimp slapa, the track cracka
Epitomy get nice after rainbow press the lacka
(And yal niggas is the worst) Like fat chicks with little dicks
(If your names not YKK) Then Get off my dick (bitch)
I hang with the trillest
And thats why 5% is college kids, and next felons fillas
I’m sick with the words, water proof and liquid swords
The world never heard this before. Call me Mr. More
More money, more murder and more spit to serve
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