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I lived this rap rap rap
Yo girl ass clapped clapped clapped
Last night while i hit it from the back
I wonder where she told yo bitch ass she was

the king New York yeah that's big shoes to fill
Gained all of the will and smiths no uncle Phil
When it's time for a drill nigga I don't need no pill
Huh you

chauffer
Who woulda knew
Man I used to get whipped by the Smiths and the Wilsons
Now I'm in the whip with the Smiths eating Wilsons
You would probably think

the shooting 

Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing 

But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down 

Think I'm gettin caught by

Cause I can rumble you'll see
No wanna be no
My rap shit is for real it attacks you for the kill
And my tracks will make u feel like you're affected by

Waiting for the drivers to come test us them ones fear us, 

Only foul play, you know these lines will raise ya blood pressure, 

Sweat bullets,

army
I'm the chosen one the real rap LeBron
I am Griotzoe
I attack the mic like it's a basket
I'm unguardable
I have been the one that's why
These agent

Playa what it be like? [echo]
When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]
Can't seem to focus
Hopeless
With violent thoughts
I wrote

Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,

Smith
Who may have deflowered my west indies
Now Homer Simpson my John Huey!
Lewis Clark my morning news!
Marcellus Wallace my alopecia!
Then Will Smith

the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my

Winter Warz

Ghostface Killah

Ironman

1996

Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA

Don't attack the cause, they attack the symptom
Attach their claws to the backs of victims
No pacifist, I'll grab the Smith and Wesson
Turn his chest into

Motherfuckin' real G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show

Real Muthaphuckkin G's

Eazy-E

It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa

1993

Motherfuckin' real G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show

caught me by surprise that super soaker was down for me bae 

The way your heart beat just like mines your love so deep it will never escape 

Gave you my

Yo jazzy whats happening man
Yo ice cream tee is that jazzy jeff and the fresh prince
Yeah tey made that rap tune girls aint nutin but trouble
Those

decibels you ain't getting by me
Cleanest wordsmith that's word to Will Smith
Light up with the Word boy feeling really lit
Boy I'll print off ya verse n dip

cause wonders
Nas will battle rappers by
The football numbers
A motor mouth killer, rhyme-writin' thriller
Hold a Mac-11, and attack a reverend
Don't

disguised and surprise
you got a hole between your fuckin eyes
Niggaz is grazed, catchin strays from the blaze
Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my shit

Queens, by any means
Serve any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But like steam I will rise to
The top to redeem the cream
For niggas who fiend for hip hop
I

Macchio, you're Hilary Swank or Will Smith's son
I am rap perfection
Infect your whole staff with a staph infection
Wrapped in bags at the baggage check-in

Winter Warz

Raekwon

Don't Be a Menace to South Central While You're Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

1996

raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
Ghostface in Madison Square is

that motherfucking rap giant its that time
To attack all these fucking rappers that got no back spine
Come at me with your wack lines homie that's fine