Ha!Yeah,L.O.D.Keith Murray, Def SquadMista, Mista, Mista, Mista SmithYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)Gimme an hour plus a pen and a padYo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen centsAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shitMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dipFuck all that sensuous shitI represent intellectual violenceAnd leave your click holier than the Ten CommandmentsLike Redman I shift with the ruckIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up!)No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busyScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate yaCause you'se a freak by natureCan't wait to face ya, mutilate yaDrink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your backAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over reactThe L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)Break your concentration, murder your campFor the jealous, overzealous, we fellasBlow the the spot like Branford MarsalisNiggas coming through and acting wildY'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smileI shot ya!Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin againForgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend?Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my bodySecret society, trying to keep they eye on meBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find meMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.It's sorta similar but iller than a chess playerI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinkerWhile you wondered what we saying on the records realYeah you motherfucking right kid you know the dealMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title readYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleedSome, kids feeling guilty bout the,But you first baby girl so just face it (alright)But anyway, back on the real side of thingsMy niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond ringsNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)From my life to the paper (what), very accuratelyGive you all of my two so maybe you can threeProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)My shit attract millions like the moon attract the seaHow dare you ever in your life walk past meWithout acknowledging this man as G-O-DI shot ya fagot assNow who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crewsLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad newsRunning this racket, from New York to MontegoSlaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto RicoI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longerThese bitch ass niggas know we strongerThan these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't thereKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the airTommy guns for fun, shotties for block partiesWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of BacardiCall the ambulance, this man's wetBullets cut him down from the root up just like a GilletteRazor, which I keep hidden in my oralReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrelThese feds want me for some tax evasionNow that the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not CaucasianBullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop)Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser CeaserThug niggas give they minks to chinksTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, Flashing rings and things (what the deal)Fronting hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackingDoing my thing fly nigga you a Scarface kingBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddarFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathersFlossing rocks like the size of Fort KnoxFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging Like Versace locs pops (what the deal)Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeksI'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease infestedItaliano got the LuccianoI gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the dropBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay meTo lay low, I play slowRoll with the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pinIt all real nigga what tha dealI shot ya!What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole worldCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girlBut still, niggas want to instigate shitI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quickName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitchesFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck booWord, I'm here to crush all my peersRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty yearsNiggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental stateI use my presidential Rolex to be debateNiggas fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fuckedMC's, that fuck with LL they gets buckedThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel?New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bangBut if you touch a mic your motherfucking ass hangThat's facts, niggaz don't receive no type of slackCause if they do, they ass is always running backNot this time, but next time I'ma name namesLL, shitting from on top of the gameI shot ya!
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