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"This.. should be played at high volume Preferably.. in a residential area"[The Lady of Rage]Now I'ma kick up -- dust, as I begin to buston the wick-wack, fucked up suckers ya can't trustWhen I kick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked upwhen I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack upor get slapped with the swiftnessIf you think you're swift with the gift Merry ChristmasNow stuff that in your stockinI'm knockin em out the box 'n'knockin em out their socks 'n', cause Robin is rockinBreakin em down to the -- slabTakin em down on their -- assNow what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uhh?Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin paddleRattle -- that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain JaneRoll on you like a boulder, you're nothin more than a grainor a pebble, take it from the real rap rebelNot Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level'You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bulletthen bite the dust and wipe the fussDo what I must, and what I must - is bustthe bubble, or choose some trouble, for youSo skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin through {*cut n scratch* "Some cool shit" 2X*} {*"Boo-yaa! Spittin out buckshots" -> B-Real*}[Kurupt]I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar catLynchin, as a hit, misses the roll of dicePushin packs to make a profitDiggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kidI'm livin large like a fat bitchSo get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, for the faggotsThis young black kid, a mercenary, mercilessMurderin millions of niggaz so who's first to dissThey say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than thisChewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey KissPut to sleep, lovin the lyrics I leave in the minds of eachRoogh when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental pieceSo feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggazYou're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass niggaThen watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last niggayou wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, niggaI make em stagger, I'm skanless as Jimmy SwaggartI'm a good tracker, scopin your girl then watch me tag herPullin steel like a stuntSewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, sohere to torment I put track on crackAnd I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten MacYo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chiefDeadly as Jason on Friday the 13th {*"A to the motherfuckin K*" -> Cypress Hill}[RBX]Back in the days, niggaz they use to scrapbut now in ninety-two, niggaz they pull they strapcause umm, police dem come wicked and dem shootniggaz, so niggaz retaliate and start to lootExecute, boot, stompinBlack soldier, here to teach and mould yaThe innovator, dominator, narra-ratorR-B to the motherfuckin X -- flex wickedStylee me, bump and be found and do bleed by amaniac, with a gatSee nowadays niggaz is like thatI pull my trigger back, the bullets goBO! BO! BO! Now I'm on Death RowFuck it, niggaz goin wildEverynight they shoot, it's like Bei-rutMaybe you should get a teflon vest for your chestanytime steppin through my hoodBut that'll do you no goodOne slug to your face, no hasteyou're gettin smoked like woodNasty nigga bloody pumps face flaton the concrete, here comes the white sheetMr. Coroner, cocked with some yellow tapebut, the murderers escapeAudi like 5 G'sLyrical gangbang but it's just a G thangmore