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King Just;Nate;Y.C.
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We came to get it started
We came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless
We on the rap regardless
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You just gotta hear me out with this rhyme
I was raised in Sin City where you could get clapped for a dime
Runnin your mouth and snitchin get you clapped with the iron
That just leads to more stress, more drama and cryin
In my hood everything is a crime
I know eight year olds with cell phones crack vest and a nine
All they do is invest in they time
Call murder for work, Chi'll let you invest in them dimes
I'm the boss in the Dolce Gabbana
Fitted hat, eyes low, still puffin while grippin a llama
Real niggas don't want no drama
I got heavy artillery and too much armor
Talk shit, get smacked and run to ya momma
Niggas don't want it man, I'm quick with the llama
Mami was a soldier, so I'm fit for the drama
I'm the period, nigga you the slash and a comma
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You know Young Noble's been the type to handle my business
Makin cowards roll over like cellular minutes
If it's a club you can tell when we in it
In the back with the mac and a twenty sack inhalin the spinach
DC's one hell of a nigga
Cause you can catch me anytime anyplace like a felony nigga
Crack this booth, I spit 'til I crack this booth
Crack a smile 'til I crack ya tooth, that's the truth
Why die? DC's here to carry the torch
Put ya brains in a bag and let you carry your thoughts
And nah, I ain't ya average sport
I went from bankrupt to bankroll
Four, five, sixes 'til the bank close
Same block, same position, in the same clothes
Gettin cheddar duckin the same po's in plain clothes
Tim Brown, slim brown brother, let the pound stutter
Rounds flutter 'til clowns utter the don sound gutter
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Speak when you're spoken to, I'm not you
Plus you can't do, what I can do
Lose you in thoughts with all types of swords
Park Hill, East Barretts, hold the fort
Teach what was taught and show support
KJ here to save the day, I relit the torch
Want the competition so step it up
Cash rules, why you think in God We Trust?
Build your house, while I build my community
I rock the emblem upside down for the mutiny
Future of the industry and you ain't got to feel me
Simile Himali, your sauce like cherry pea
Open sesame, you won't get the best of me
The streets be stressin me to come out immediately
So I drop, make you hot on the spot
You gon' bump this shit whether you like it or not
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This is the Killzone, my nine mil drills through domes
And then spins you similar to twenty-six inch chrome homes
Your bones are made of foam, your jaw is made of glass
And your veins pump cherry Kool-Aid, bitch nigga you ass
Bricks chip in the glass table, the weight so enormous
Law enforcement study my picture perfect painted portraits
Guns are gorgeous, my tongue sharper than a swordfish spear
Crispy clear to the ears, the fear factor
Real rapper, heart colder than the continent Antarctica
Dominant when I blam the launcher
Son I'm amped enough to conquer a whole project block
A warmonger that'll dump off in your heart is copped
Soon as I lift the pump off, the target is marked
These pellets scattered in your heart means X marks the spot
I got bitches who suck dick like it was national sperm day
You get murdered in broad day by my radical wordplay
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