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Up early in the mornin through the break a night Niggaz be on the block uptight gettin knifes ready to fight And release, anger from the belly of the beast Like work release, on the fuckin police I`ll percussion bodies like drums and tracks And break backs a six maniac, poppin they gums and facts I bugs the clubs runnin with thugs Makin niggas bite the bullet and hug the slugs Ya whole genetics is pathetic Got me ready to set it, on a shot M1 type wetted But instead I blow you buck fifty cross the face For tryin to look hard in the first place I need beer and a lotta noise in my ear In a rowdy atmosphere to even think clear And all praises due to the LOD`s and fuck the COPS who try to lock us up and throw away the keys
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Now this goes out to my niggas on lockdown and all my niggas on the streets, This That Shit (repeat 4X)
I gets to flippin and the phoney can`t hold me Like dyslexia on cerebral palsey with styles, y`all niggas know me and howI drop, physical science on your whole alliance Try it, what? I Shoot to Kill like motherfuckin Mad Lion Who is this doin this emphatic type a disco alpha beta funkadelic fuckin emphasis, from the funk abyss Blowin up the spot with the pump-rump Shakin pistol grip, losin niggas in the plot I got you out there like Sonny and Cher I don`t give a fuck niggaz goin make me hurt some`in up in here You get that ass kicked quick fast in a hurry tryin to ready the mad styles of Mr. Keith Murray Tryin to step up to my respected bass and treble level Will get your head beat in with a shovel And the only thing that could stop me from gettin sloppy is when the hook comes in by the E-double
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I`m sick, I kick the type of shit that make you violent Make the jails crowded, and have everybody talkin bout it See I be universally, university purposely droppin it, psychomatically Where I`m from is only real hard times So when I bust on the mic I bust with real hard rhymes And I`m strapped, with a posse that`s ready to snap And a nigga who make beats like we live in rap You get do fiend on the scene please I spread MC`s like some old crazy skin disease Operation murderation radication on your whole staff Tryin to find your way down Carlton Ave
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