Yeah, n#gg#s want to talk sh#t in the muthaf#cking room
I got something for your motherf#cking #ss, check it out
Rampage I’m coming express through your chest
In the Lex-GS, stop talking BS
My watch is still flooded, 850 for the budget
I’m Rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then stab
Send their rusty #ss friend to the lab
You’s a crab, I take mines off the top like Fab
Hit you with a jab for the 98
Number one in billboard with the triangle shape
Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape
Rampage Alexander the great
What?
Better run for cover for it’s too late
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You know we got it locked way out of state
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Now whose the chick to come ice the cake
Put it through everybody on my license plate
Ripping Mc’s then got a rap chick fiending
Celine type creaming
Make them rappers poof like them crackers did Keenen
Meaning I run that, waiting on mine like I’m the LL comeback
Wack rappers crawled out from holes
Now you souped ‘cuz you slithered up the todem pole
Send all you punks back to decorate the corner
Better run for cover for it’s too late
What?
You know we got it locked way out of state
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Now Baby Sham take the safety off hold
There’s alot of fake cats that jump in their mans Rolls
Come to my show with these fake wallos
Turqoise hid invoiced with plans to blow
See me backstage with the gauge upholds my pantsleg
Hand made suits contracts is in the briefcase
Life negotiate so when I split these pies
I’m sexing your dime, flow for flow batteling rhymes
Talking some crime
Now I gotta split your time
Get your sh#t pushed back like these seats recline
Better run for cover for it’s too late
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You know we got it locked way out of state
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Sliff Star throw on my scully tipping my brim
Stand on the street corner scuffing up my timbs
Take off my jacket
Pack the four fith ’cause a racket
Freaky fella, Jimmy swaggert
Kill a sucka
Brothers had it
Contradiction, Crucifiction
False leadership Richard Nixon
Bouncing and switching the lanes all up in the Range
Here’s a fifty for twenty dollars of gas gimme my change
Better run for cover for it’s too late
What?
You know we got it locked way out of state
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Better run for cover for it’s too late
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You know we got it locked way out of state
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Hey, it’s the worlds famous international, sinner irational
n#gg# who dance with wolves, masterful bash skulls
Crack axles peel out in black fords
Splatter brains on dashports, start anthrax wars
See’s cast like task force die on a cross
July 4th blow your hands off
Special delivery
Jam ’cause with ghetto misery
When I’m killabrese of canine
Last name heard it through the grapevine
Killing your blood millineum bug
United States divide with hate crimes
Roll snake eyes, in the concrete jungle of hell
While Lord have stays, super like the son of Jorel
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You know we got it locked way out of state
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Better run for cover for it’s too late
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You know we got it locked way out of state
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I be the last n#gg#, the quick to bust your #ss n#gg#s
Do anything in this world to get the cash n#gg#s
I might even get mad and even slash n#gg#s
Rob them and get away in a car and crash n#gg#s
What’s the world gonna do when I drop the smash n#gg#?
Iron all in your face don’t make me pull the trigga
Another reason for me to have to poor my own swigga
Thought I was posing for word up but a Fed took my picture
Surgeon general I represent the underneath
The ask for sh#t beef, the worlds greatest f#cking thief
Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth
Wilding it straight, giving their mother mad grief
Rob a n#gg# strip him down leave him in his briefs
Do so much dirt, the priest asked me to turn another leaf
Made the priest flip change his whole belief
Started wilding in the club with them n#gg#s starting beef, act fool
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