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Ransom, V Don, Eto
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When you on the streets the main thing you
Thinking about is yourself
There's no way in the world you can't think about it
Not unless you insane
Yeah, screw all your miniature fairy-tales
And ya misdemeanor (yeah)
I brainstorm these Hurricane
Sandy's and spit Katrina's
Vivid dreamer, I stir that pot of
Work like I whip farina
Bricks of Tina, turned into court
Engagements and quick subpoenas
Paid in Full, if Ace caught a case
Would he ever miss the cleaners?
Grip the Nina, blowin' off half ya calf
And it'll split ya femur
Sick demeanor, so ain't no Miss Madeas in this arena
Nah, when I'm in this lane they
Claim it's the Jordan rules
No audibles, for green I leave
Pools of blood right in Jordan's pool
That's sorta cruel, they callin'
Him Killer Mike, so run all the jewels
Brought all the tools but no need for drilling
Fillin', we all get screwed
You more than food, pass out the forks and spoons
And say 'have at him' (go get him)
Now I got the glow, sho'nuff, I'm the last dragon
Back spasms, too old to run with heat
Better ask Haslem
Super villain, sendin' some shooters
Dressed all in black at him
Got it in me to turn sheep goat
I ran with the shepherds
Little homie fell, but he tried
Gotta grant him his effort
How many of y'all ran wit the leopards?
He lied (them nigga's lyin' man)
Tigers don't dance in the desert, nigga
Yeah, I could get you done in a
Gruesome fashion, do subtraction
Bullets tear through ya flesh and
Remove a fraction
Do the math and, you'll realize a
Liar's a new distraction, true assassin
Sorta like Kobe scorin' on Luka passing
You imagine?
Things get ugly, most nigga's lose attraction
Use ya passion you could dragged to
Hell just to view the action
Slide like the soles on the shoes of Jackson
You lose for lacking
Yeah, nigga's actin' bad 'cause the plot is lost
Knock it off, a nigga's that's spoiled'll end
Up a rotten corpse
Lock the door, get slayed in ya dreams
How you gon' stop this force?
I'll make ya lady pay for them screams
How much a holla cost?
But we ain't have to take it there
Let's make it clear
I'm the right hand that landed on Frazier's beard
I am the blade that Glass used to slay the bear
They say if you raise a gun you was raised in fear
Save ya prayers
'Cause with or without them
I've had an amazin' year
Got it in me to turn sheep goat
I ran with the shepherds
Little homie fell, but he tried
Gotta grant him his effort
How many of y'all ran wit the leopards?
He lied (them nigga's lyin' man)
Tigers don't dance in the desert, nigga
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