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I`m like a panther in the dark Silent when I strike the paper Like a dagger in your heart When I write I leave a mark I seen a NARC before they even bark Told son "leave the block" Get that money upstairs In case the `covers see it`s marked Beat a man who plot against me, God forgive me My enemies die in the street if my heat is empty Coindentally The same fate was meant for me My AK`s my lawyer When it`s on, it represent for me Vacate the sentence Case acquitted when your face get splitted I stay spittin` with grace, chain glistenin` Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments But we could either live, die, or face imprisonment Take a hit of this, Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw My rhyme is on consignment Just in case you wanted more Lyrics are furious I reign imperious Niggas ain`t fuckin` with me son, I`m dead serious Streets personify me Like heat I keep beside me Either I be, the most underrated lyrical Drug related nigga who gun be blazin in the projects A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest Where I`m from A fiend is selling heated for five jungs (?) Dealers scatter when D`s or Y come R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young And niggas either dream of b-balling, or to be balling Sometimes it`s hard for me to write, Son, the streets calling Patience is a virtue Temptation will hurt you And sentence to a bid Your fake friends will desert you Til` you`re assed out Screaming life`s a bitch that burnt you I don`t expect a fake nigga to feel this Look in my eyes, stare at the realness
I was corrupted by drug supply Fly kicks, and buckin` nines Looking up at the skies Thinking I`m too young to die Thoughts are conquering Though we were taught not to since Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends My pen`s immortal like Mommy in heaven No man can harm you An army of angels with true love is there to guard you Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother The deep shit Three bricks remain uncut But the industry didn`t want me in They try to condemn me Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me Yet a thug nigga rise People are snakes, and justice is blind My jury is my gun at my side Son I write with the trifeness Engraved in Tyson Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless The realness Some try to conceal this Despite that fact, niggas can`t match my lyrical illness I`m a key You three grams with cut in it If you want it I don`t give a fuck, nigga Rapper slash Drug dealer Slash I bust my gun, nigga Slash your face with a rug, nigga What`s the meaning (echoes 9x)
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