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And I'm seeking on the edge of my beer holding my head. Tryin to make this stake like a baker. My mama said hustle and dust come with faith. Time do the crown you'd better be prepared.
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I woke up this morning to a cop with a. Who told me that he looking for a n! gga on the run. I thought for a second and I screwed my. And asked the dirty pig "Why the f*ck you in my place?".
feat. El-P & Killer Mike. . Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless. Oodles and noodles, bang bullets at suckers noodles. Last album voodoo, proved that we was fucking brutal.
A little toast for the no one's. With a nod to the masters. To the ones with the riches. From the ones who the rags fit. A little smoke for the gone boys.
I hope (I hope). I hope with the highest of hopes. That I never have to go back to the trap. And my days of dealing with dope. So I, I always spit fire and dope.
You know I get loose, I'm a screw turned pro status. Never did shit but inflict this damage. Never met a word that I wouldn't like a weapon just brandish.
Penny ante your bets up. Any sanity left (nah). Any chance for humanity's landing on who's the next up. Hope we handed 'em ammo enough to work from the neck up.
Cops in the ghetto they move like the Gestapo. Drunk off their power and greed, they often hostile. My little homie talked shit back and they beat him bad.
Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless. Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas' noodles. Last album voodoo, proved that we was fuckin' brutal.
Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless. Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas' noodles. Last album voodoo, proved that we was fuckin' brutal.
A little toast for the no one's. With a nod to the masters. To the ones with the riches. From the ones who the rags fit. A little smoke for the gone boys.