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Yo Take the game by my fingertips Wipin' off these fingerprints Mic is on these rhyme schemes Write in chalk like crime scenes If I'm about to blow up Nagasaki You better be certain to knowin' my hobby A bomb in the sky is blazin', almost atomic annihilation If it's a murder, I'm flockin' to pleadin' the fifth Know what I did and I murdered this shit Throw me in prison so I can release Slick with my bribe to the hip-hop police Do it again, yeah, do it again Second album is already sent Lookin' me up while I'm on the ascent Labеl on lockdown, kill 'em again Look at me like "Cusa, go and just fuck 'еm up" I'm lookin back like, I know that the fuck is up I don't know what the fuck is up with all of this I'ma just chalk up to I am a baller, bitch You incompetent, you gonna flop for this I'm gonna pull up to the game like you lost the shit Spin a record on my name for the fuck of it 'Bout to stick a razor blade in your socket, bitch Gonna Stuka dive, and if you survive Letras de cancionesGonna make another pass and euthanize Everybody gets to say a few goodbyes This my hip-hop homicide I confess to no more, no less Total carnage, go for the neck 'Til my plan goes full effect Pay the fine, bounce the check What it's about to be? Nothin' but another murder scene Nothin' but another day to die for the game Another day to lie on my grave, like What it's about to be? Nothin' but another murder scene Nothin' but another day to die for the game (Yuh) Another day to lie on my grave, like First album dropped, on the way to make a second Call the fuckin' doc 'cause your gonna need a check-in I reckon you should look through the wreckage Intervention in the plan cause I'm messin' with your head and I'm blessin' Myself, got a tight grip on the mic Third feature out, ride the beats like a trike Thought you were the guy but you a bitch like a **** Knock you in the head but I didn't throw a strike (Yuh) There's times where I'm inside my mind and confined But can't find me a light to decide what is right Intertwinin' my rhymes and design what I strive to make mine And same time I climb up a vine To find my golden egg, if we gonna scrap leave a swollen neck March 5th, say "Fuck it," break both my legs Be up on stage 'til I lose my breath But I'm killin' tracks with every minute passed Like when the dentist asks, "You want a fill in?" Nah 'Cause I did all that, I'm just chillin' back Keep spittin' raps, use my pen and pad Never see a second where I'm sittin' in the dirt There's a big blood stain that covers my shirt Closet full of bones, it builds up as I exert Scale a ton of new peaks, I can show you, take a look Never take a step back, pushin' forward dead that What I said, I meant that, but maybe you should Go back and rewrite 'fore you come at me like You big, you pea-sized, lil' bitch Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto You ain't gonna win, go and down another bottle Keep it all in, goin' hard, full throttle You ain't gonna solve it, but this is What it's about to be Nothin' but another murder scene Nothin' but another day to die for the game Another day to lie on my grave, like What it's about to be? Nothin' but another murder scene Nothin' but another day to die for the game Another day to lie on my grave, like From Letras Mania