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(feat. Fes Taylor, King Just) [Fes Taylor:] Yo, I rap for the love of it, spit for a couple million Run the officers crash my truck, through the ton of buildings Jumped out, pillars like pilgrims, I'm the illest like Bruce Willis Die Hard, like germs mixed with penicillins Run with niggas who killed men, and smack bitches I crack liquor, run when the track switches, give ya back snitches You free like a coward, and pee like a bitch Sat down on the toilet like you takin' a shit I got chickens in the hotel, face on my dick I fuck all night, the wonders for your waist and your hips Staten Island, this new foundation, my crew lounge patient I tell a nigga turn around, after twelve paces This ancient rap flow go back like fades and afros Now you see me on stage, is like plateaus Rhyme on the incline, nigga ain't no kin in mind Tell him my business, to the bitches instead of gettin' time Voice hoarse from shows, sip Bacardi lemon lime I eat a nigga food, quick like it's dinner time Fes Taylor, I don't give a fuck who you are Pull up on the side, leave your ass slumped in the car [Carlton Fisk:] Lets get this money baby boy, fuck waitin' in line Letras de canciones'Fore I catch football numbers, wavin' they nine Graveshift in this is dangerous grind, you ain't built for it Find another way to survive, cause we hit for it Homicide Housing, stick to the plan Animals through the city, jungle live of the land Stop cryin' mothafucka be a man, confront your drama Black talents that'll shatter your armor Pump the llama, gave birth to young Osamas Carlton Fisk, P.L.O. in this bitch, nigga it's not a Damn thing, that you can do about us, but watch us Intruder alert, manuever my work I'm in the hood, cops approach me, and I'm used to the search On the graveshift is where me and my animals lurk Got two little niggas, black down with black pounds Can't wait to spray when I say now Tips and big waves, big clips click your nest cage Fuck what you dicks say, I'm doin' it this way This may cause you dismay, my display high Make moves with Rebel I and King J [King Just:] You done lit dynamite on Mr. Excite You been rappin' for a long time and don't sound right Not quite as the hype that, you recite Mr. All Day, I do it to ya ass all night On sight, I smash anything you write With canine teeth for niggas who back-bite Walk to the light and bring ya mic You won't last one minute in a ten round fight The Al Qaeda type that'll snipe ya windpipe And seize ya General and strip him of his stripes Either you, men or mice you gon' still pay the price You need to take my advice and roll the dice Real life, still trife, walk with a gun, talk with a knife Double CD so you could buy me twice, hold tight And you just might take flight MC's got left, while you think they not right Hang-glide like a kite on the turnpike With two bad bitches that suck Dick Van Dyke Pay per view satellite is a need to feed my appetite Pick up ya weight cuz you ain't got the hype Battle me? You need an invite, black or white And I still drink a 40 with Ike I still smoke a Lee joint from Spike, aight? I'm the reason why Coca Cola had to fuckin' remix the Sprite He's nice! And safe like Chinese rice If I'm the shit on the stick, you the baby wipes You the Latter Day Saints, I'm the Poltergeists I'm the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a slice This is a heist, I suggest you remove ya ice Before you be Up and Close and Personal with Christ Get on ya Big Wheel bike and take a hike Cuz around these parts, you not liked Parasite, don't have me flex my mic I don't rock Air Force 1's, I call air strikes From Letras Mania