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Count your life away When I step on the plate New style up in the place No sound can replace Boy, I chop off your A's New style up on your face Now boy want the chase But no man can replace New style turn up the place Count your life for bread Them offer a knife, he's dead They can't send none for dead, no Yo, step up in the spot, lifted I'm still on point like a rap sentence Ain't no stopping this vision when I do business Especially when the tool's lifted PayPal got a few digits Dreads got a few loose ends but we the new menace Few scriptures do bitches like I do dishes Who is this stupendous new nigga? Ahead of the rest, better in status I earned my medals, invest Throw curves like triple clefs Never been a snitch Never catch us on tracks that were ever whack Letras de cancionesI praise'only God fearing You mortals can spare me unless the check clearing This style's Bulgarian, shottas on both sides, airing it Count your life away When I step on the plate New style up in the place No sound can replace Boy, I chop off your A's New style up on your face Now boy want the chase But no man can replace New style turn up the place Count your life for bread Them offer a knife, he's dead They can't send none for dead, no Worst ethic, enhance to advance to Kleptomaniac necromancer Fuck with the dead, be gone with the lead Barely pop'what the fuck is that bread 'one pull of the trigger, all of your kids gone Been Sean since '72, you? You've been gone since' Nigga out for justice, fuck karate flicks, pull out and bust fifth Rapping is rough, I know my art Back of the bus, Rosa Parks No words From Letras Mania