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Now you don't really want no problems,We rep the bay son, we can block for block or one on oneThe middle of the street these fists they pack,Haters get shook with uppercuts and hooks,Now you don't really want no problems,We rep the land son, we can block for block or one on one,The middle of the street these fists they pack,Haters get shook with uppercuts and hooks... Verse 1:We battle cats like gladiator raps like snap mares,Freeze frame flares with ice grills like everclear,Smash your favorite rappers flow back like vehicle compact,You can leave that whole sack, craps shots don't hold back,You dope that, this uncut like afterhours,No need for rest, Rockstars and quick showers,See us lamping like fast times, dazed and confused,I might roll through dazed but don't get it confused,I lead onslaughts like wolverine or mutinies,My mutants wolves, so you can lean back like Remy's weave,No disrespect, color like Ghost or Dip set,But keep them gangsters in the back, see my ladies love respect,See I roll with queens, infinities, future kings,And them freestyle maniacs might rip through your team,We got show real fresh like we spit Listerine,And I Suave Gotti bars like DNA level C... Chorus (2x) Verse 2:Yo, we do the most with least and move west to east,And hit dudes with a permanent crease,I'm earning a piece, Get mine spitting the rhymes,Crazy hooks, give dudes crazy looks,Cross the line, these cats must have lost they mind,Thinking they can run with us, they got to come get us,But none can hit us, we too quick for that,We lay at the spot where the chicks be at,I go Dick Swan on them, and drop the bombs on them,Never switch lanes, go Uncle Tom on them,(Ha, Ha) we came to show what's its all about,Where we from we the dudes getting all the clout,Block 4 Block, my team going shot for shot,In the trunk with the beats, going knock for knock,You know it just don't stop we done stack the cards,To get with us, man you really need to practice hard... Chorus (2x) Verse 3:Now take it there, then 4 foot swords straight to your neck,And when you dead, piss on your grave, bring horror to your rest,Spit this northeast dialect like grandmaster's slugs,And straight assassin your soul like Dj Muggs,Spit this wizardry like alchemy straight from Stonehenge,Push us both off the ledge just to show you my pledge,Put my elbow in your face to create me a wedge,Between your head and the ground, bounce back like acoustics,That studio smoke thick, I pierce right through them like cop killers,You n***** fantasy, I straddle truth and insanityLike a beautiful mind, Rhyme soars through 10 dimensions,Misunderstood like 10 religions,Walk the beaten path, so you can catch these Buddhist incisions,Bring you closer to the light without the mention of a gunfight... Chorus (2x)
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