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You niggaz can't share my airOr walk a mile in the pair I wearAnd I'm gettin better year by yearLike they say Wine doCops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines throughAnd I pace myselfI know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealthBut I keep em' on a dietEmbrace they healthOr either keep em' on a quietAnd space myselfAnd just take a deep breathI got em' grabbin' they chestCuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his bestAnd they in they worstThey rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the backAnd I ain't just layin a verseI'm sayin the factsI came back with some sicka stonesThat got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken boneEvery chick I boneCan't leave the d*ck aloneSo I knowIt's one of them everytime I flip my phone One of the best verses I've heard in a rap tune. It's alot, It's really alot
your avi
That is unbelievably sh*t.
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You niggaz can't share my airOr walk a mile in the pair I wearAnd I'm gettin better year by yearLike they say Wine doCops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines throughAnd I pace myselfI know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealthBut I keep em' on a dietEmbrace they healthOr either keep em' on a quietAnd space myselfAnd just take a deep breathI got em' grabbin' they chestCuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his bestAnd they in they worstThey rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the backAnd I ain't just layin a verseI'm sayin the factsI came back with some sicka stonesThat got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken boneEvery chick I boneCan't leave the d*ck aloneSo I knowIt's one of them everytime I flip my phone One of the best verses I've heard in a rap tune. It's alot, It's really alot
your avi
Gave it away still
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"I speak to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wowsBut rumor has it that you getting raped like Lil' Bow WowNow listen industry motherf*ckers, don't get offendedRemember, that I'll bring an end to your pretender agendaAnd render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time and put your soul in a blenderYou living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in DecemberInstead of catering to labels, something gotta giveI'll rip the electrons out your body and make you positiveI seen a lot of kids come and go with marketing gimmick"

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humble u doofus u even left fabs name inryans is ras kass?"A gun and some bud through the metal detectorThe metal detect ya, settle and wet 'chaI don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clownsI walk in and get out of the club safe and soundSilencer, dog, how safe is sound?"
WHAT BLUD.***Sticks butter knife in Aqua's stomach***
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I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill 'em upYou what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as f*ckMe? I ain't even in my primeWhen I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declinesCatch me hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mindBut I rep Westside, so I keep L.A. timeThat's a three-hour difference;so when my bitch is a six, she's really a nineIn seven days, she'd still be a dime
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humble u doofus u even left fabs name inryans is ras kass?"A gun and some bud through the metal detectorThe metal detect ya, settle and wet 'chaI don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clownsI walk in and get out of the club safe and soundSilencer, dog, how safe is sound?"
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I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill 'em upYou what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as f*ckMe? I ain't even in my primeWhen I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declinesCatch me hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mindBut I rep Westside, so I keep L.A. timeThat's a three-hour difference;so when my bitch is a six, she's really a nineIn seven days, she'd still be a dime
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"I speak to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wowsBut rumor has it that you getting raped like Lil' Bow WowNow listen industry motherf*ckers, don't get offendedRemember, that I'll bring an end to your pretender agendaAnd render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time and put your soul in a blenderYou living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in DecemberInstead of catering to labels, something gotta giveI'll rip the electrons out your body and make you positiveI seen a lot of kids come and go with marketing gimmick"
someone from wutang ionno gza? inspectah deck? talib? mos def?canibus kina sounds like bis still. u man need to be making someones style bait cos otherwise if its not a bait bar its longIt was the night before New Year's, and all through the f*ckin projectsNot a handgun was silent, not even a TecOutside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fearand blasted on the spot before the pigs were dereYou know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, f*ck blue and whiteThey escape before them flash the f*ckin lightsGunshots, shatter first floor window panesShells hit the ground and blood stained the dice gameWhether broke callisthetic, any style you set itBeat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like goosesBut with iron on the sides thugs took no excusesTherefore, your fifty-two handblocks was uselessLinks was snatched off necks, scars on throatsJackets took, after bullet rips through coatsAgainst those who felt the cold from the steel made em foldand squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grillDestruction worker, who was caught for his bomberNo time to swing the hammer that was hangin from his Farmer'sAnd it's bugged how some niggaz catch slugsand pockets dug from everything except check stubsand it does, sound ill like wars in BrownsvilleOr fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds lookFor fugitives to shoot cops, niggaz layin on roof topsfor his CREAM he stashed in a shoeboxBut he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killersyou don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillarsAnd born thieves stay hooded with extra bulletsthose who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rateSimilar to hit men who pull out Tecs and thendrop those who crack like tacos from MexicanRapid, like recipients cashin checks againBack to the motherf*ckin spot on Lexingtondont cheat and use google. if no 1 gets this legendary verse i quit innit
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