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(Intro) |
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Watch out |
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He’s coming |
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He’s coming |
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(Verse 1: Cashmere) |
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I know the freshest way to move you |
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Put so much **** in the flow |
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Before I release a single, I need FDA approval |
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You stepped this way to do who? |
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It’s best you stay in neutral |
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I’ve got explosives from comp |
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I eject in they Izuzu |
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Calicos that shred away they FUBU |
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And leave you with a penetrated noodle |
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When I elevate the two-two |
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See when I play its brutal |
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You stepping to a 300 pound wolf |
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And yous just a feather weighted poodle |
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I won’t hesitate to do you |
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Fill those properties |
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The most evil philosophy |
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Since Satan’s spirit went inside of Socrates |
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That can lead to more monstrosities |
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Possibly cause when you rock the ozone |
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It’s like the crowd turned into apostrophes |
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(Cashmere) |
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Make no thing about it |
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It’s got to be, behind this cubic |
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Is only way you’ll be on top of me |
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Dough I’m constantly striving to cop the suit to rob with me |
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Honestly, I’m so sick I need the CDC to market me |
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And that’s the Bronx in me, taunting me |
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To big ************* *************t, wig splitter *************t |
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Want to hear a peaceful joint, this isn’t it |
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I’m not happy unless I’m paid and this is a bliss |
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Then I gets ignorant, so expect it lord |
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There be at least two red corners like a checkerboard |
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The rest are floored, no way to detect the raw |
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My album bang, by the last track, your neck get sore |
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(Chorus) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) |
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(Verse 2: Oktober) |
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Yo, there’s a lot of guns clapping from city to city nowadays |
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Thugs are gritty and willing to go out in a blaze |
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Late night, guns go pop where the violence is |
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Wake the whole block, we can’t afford silencers |
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Popping out here with gun play |
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Even model ******* get clapped in the Time ************* subway |
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In broad day, popping for thousands to witness |
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Get clapped shopping in the diamond district |
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I stared down the barrel of my uncle’s rifle |
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He had a scope on it with a little red light too |
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My crew used to bring guns to Catholic school |
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*************rt and tie with a 22 strapped to the shoe |
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Nah, I don’t even hit kids, kill them rugrats |
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Wait until they get big so they can feel the gun clap |
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If you decide to cross the line that your life is on |
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You better be holding and I don’t mean a microphone |
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(Chorus) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) |
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(Verse 3: Celph Titled) |
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I’m a real live loose cannon with a loose cannon |
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Explosive genius, making bombs out of tooth laminate |
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Walked into the church and let my mother ******g gun spray |
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Pissed the ************* off cause Chic-Fil-A’s closed on Sunday’s |
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Back up my life and then easily delete yours |
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Go against the grain like I got beef with a feed store |
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Locked in the bing, I’m sticking CO’s with oxes |
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Should have been a postal worker, putting PO’s in boxes |
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My hands write murderous notebooks |
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So Jehovah took those so shook soldiers |
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Who claim they so hard but ain’t no crooks |
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My face turn green from the light in the night scope |
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In grassy knolls and hoods, right next to the white folks |
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I got you walking tight ropes, you might hope |
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That Celph Titled is not who he seems to be |
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I eagerly wait with heaters with beams aimed deeply |
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Where your people be |
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Your local eatery’s not safe no more |
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Until my desert eagle sprays no more |
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(Chorus) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Clap, don’t applaud) |
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(Make ‘em clap to this) |
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(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) |
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(Celph Titled) Yeah, Celph Titled, the mother ******g rubix Cuban |
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(Oktober) Yeah, Oktober the zero, about to pass the heat to Cashmere |
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Yo, Cash, don’t leave that laying around, you know how we do, you know how Celph start acting with them things, haha |
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(Celph Titled) Noah on the mother ******g beat, yeah, we going to make ‘em clap to this one, Tampa to the BX, p-on and all that, you know what I mean, let’s do this *************t, watch your neck piece. |