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[Verse One: Styles] You should take the cross off your neck and pray to Jesus I'm breakin' every rapper up like eighty pieces I done sat in the cell and stared at the wall And I'm swearin' to God I air all y'all I live by the sword or the pistols Summertime I'm outside with niggaz with pitbulls I don't smoke the haze if it ain't got the crystals Look in my eyes you can tell I would lift you I'm in the DB nine when I'm comin' to get you I'm with my Arab man and he holdin' the missiles I'm sayin' fuck all y'all If you don't understand let me make it real clear I'm sayin' what to all y'all No more videos or them silly hos ridin' on y'all dick when I cut all y'all The game too pussy I think it need change I wanna see the barrel flame 'til they brains get mushy East Coast Ghost Ain't no other rapper in the game that you know that plays the streets so close Still bring pain Fire more shots than y'all motherfuckers do in that Max Payne game Anybody front I'm knockin' 'em out D blockin' 'em out That mean I'ma snatch his chain [Verse Two: Talib Kweli] Ain't nobody fuckin' with Kweli And the rock with a real name like a Styles P Letras de cancionesRepresent the L.O.X Big up to all the massive rude boy on deck Niggaz yellin' out what the blood clot, lick enough shots Finna bust a flow like buckshot What's up Franklin Avenue? These Brooklyn niggaz runnin' wild through the jungle like caribou Rap immaculate I spit fire that will get tobacco lit faster than the rider on the chariot Old school and cooler than the river watered downstream Hit the block hotter than them grits poured in Al Green The cops flashin' the lights, passin' them bikes Ask for ya rights and they beat you like “The Passion Of Christ” They got a sicker fetish for violence than Mel Gibson We inject it in our system through direct television The way I'm spittin' Heaven through the Hell we living It's like fate is a fakery style you can tell it's written It's like a jail when you're sittin' in a cell or prison With destiny comin' in the form of some mail or a visit Yea opportunity's knockin' Like the beat, cuz I got Pete Rock and Beatminerz in my hemoglobin Premier Show and Diamond D Listen here we about to flip it on the track like nine to three From Letras Mania