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Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
All foreign recital ? fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
the frail blind MC off my trail
If he use Braille, see, I never been touched
Regulate the street tactics, then parlay in the cut
Lay back an' hit this,
a vest? What if you get your throat cut
Sold your soul for a dollar, now you having bad luck
Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib bagging up
Player here,
Back up bitch, don't even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is (yeah)
Hip-hop shit
waiting to get it popping
He had a sword and an axe with cuts
Under a road that was woven from silver and gold, waxed it up
His army was so great
I'll break em up, if you let me cut
butterflies on the side of ya butt,
im a freak by nature, you like it rough,
a freak by nature, you like it rough,
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
up
You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts
Competition shouldn't have even shown up with No Nuts
We robust, Del is coming through with
Everybody please rise
Give me back my innocence
Get me a brand new suit
Give me back my innocence Oh Lord!
Cut me down to size
Well you can hide
That's Clean
The bad boy is back again
Ya been warned and tell ya friends
Don't get cut cause the man you see is sharp
Kick in' ass and takin'
Warriors'! come out and play ay'!
Fools who don't wanna do jack but get high
Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrrap, brrrap, die'!'!
(Back up, back up, listen to the cut
singin' a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon
In Channel Seven, you said: "Death before Cut"
You killed so many that your conscience ended up
I'm freaky girl, lemme see yo paws,
I'll break em up, if you let me cut
Butterflies on the side of ya butt,
I'm a freak by nature, you like it rough,
The Slaughterer of Lords
Hath Cut Their Throats for Unas
Behold Shesemu Hath Cut Them Up For Unas
Unas Hath Ingested Their Spirits
Hath Feasted On Their
the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin'
Life
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah uh
Been always told to keep my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your
city insured to spam stretchers
Forget walking on water we make our food grow on it
We picked us up by the bootstraps they made the loopholes common
So
forward onward 'less we go back?
Don't nobody wanna be original and everyone thinking they bad
Rolling up on reinvented wheels 'cause it got chrome don't
I start up in the north, I grow from special seed
I sprinkle it with sensibility
From French and Hungarian snow
I linger in the sprouting until my
Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tatted Up
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Tat-Tat-Tatted Up
Is that cha thong showin, or ya tattoo on ya back
Is that all ya pussy, or ya
Tell a bitch to tell her friend to tell her friend to tell a hoe
I have been the realest since the doc cut my umbilical
Meant to be the greatest do
the back I'm all about that
Got no one to sack trynna grow yeah
Fix up our shit
Wrist finna glitz
El dorado we drippin in gold
Records out you can set it in
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