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Featuring Imam Thug (Hook x2) This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body Karate Shawty, pop off, street party We think on the streets, Alchemist on the beat Emptied out clip then pistol whip, you with the heat (Verse) Yo I got biscuits out the oven, pippin hot huntin Start soft with dog Desperado, torque torsion All the ghetto noise spark destruction And embark them ghetto boys to bring hammer head towards to touch em Nails in the cross for the sins, the mighty cross The greedy double cross for that murky bubble love And how was I to know the county jail was show & tell? You tell me you hustle? I’ll show you where you failed It was money first, no dishonor, live today, no tomorrow Steal before you beg, clap with yo head before we bubble Planking out on all the pains, not eating they funny games DC in the bucket chain, these streets ain’t fuckin playin Life on the line when it’s necessary Went in the secondary, to the nature of God, the sanctuary Hate to carry so much malice, method of madness Bail and tell em no, rep for the turf, moment of silence man Whoever said it’s lonely at the top never hit the bottom Letras de cancionesI ain’t silver spooned, catch the niggas slippin gatta (Verse) Masonic art, PLR, extend sensors, Camouflage, hand grenades, M60’s Killer shot, rest in peace, you’re not forgotten Les Watson, Raymond James, Michael Jackson Ground water, kush purple, hold out, bust down Go Goofies, has blocks, my crack touchdown Amsterdam, convent 125th Yea, Golden Gate, Crenshaw, Malcolm X The pot will block MLK, we keep it shit lick Bulletproof, CL, 7 6’s, Peace guard, hallelujah, Merry Christmas Let’s build on all the stars and the planets, knowledge the distance We got 4 billion, 400 million too in lizards list The devil still really linch (Verse) Ayo Sanskrit, sundown, supreme mathematics Hollow tips dumped out, extreme biohazard Money grant ministry, preach some as a misery For mocking my delivery, hired killers from Italy Soarin, drop em when the fell tips drawn Then it’s cannons in yo grill, no affiliats to don, we the bomb (Verse) Itchin to blow, no, scratch that Itchin for go, the kalamari is a fat stack payment A product of the gregornomic Aragorn crazy Lookin at the man in the mirror, eyes hazy Suicide samurai gamma ray Plans gamified, thugs amplify the murder rate Focus, Decatur set of rhyme got you open Like you just snort a line, I ain’t lyin, we the dopest Burial ground town, 200 thou down Surround sound, crash loud, sick as a mad cow We beefin, salmonella leakin out the speakers when I’m speakin Read between the lines of the teacher (Hook x2) This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body Karate Shawty, pop off, street party We think on the streets, Alchemist on the beat Emptied out clip then pistol whip, you with the heat From Letras Mania