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[speaking] Uh! Watch your step! It's no joke out here, watch your rep! Ain't no joke to provoke a top seed For those who smoke and they got they own weed Ain't no walk in the park where I'm from Dogs that bark, but they talk with they guns Wasn't no unlocked doors where I stayed Too much trust in the cops, you got played I'm that spade in the deck to cut loose Be that blade in your neck, give respect due You didn't expect me to get this far Now they caught the vapors, thought they learned from Bismark This dark track could eclipse the sunrays Hit hard raps, we should quit the gun-play 'Cuz ain't no fun to relay the bad news Our sons and nephews know that cash rules For it I'll never sell the soul of Ab Rude A poet of ever'one to tell the sad truth like [chorus] The Undi-Sputed, Heavyweight, Rudest Pa-rum-pa-pom! No jargon, could ever dead, this yard mon! (Yard mon!) Inside, outside, all sides Seal the perimeter! I'm a lion of the pride His tribe, my tribe, your tribe Letras de cancionesI put it into ya! Warlords of the Flies Only 9-1-1's a joke here Cops don't come till machine gun smoke clears Show no fear in your heart to get tested Go nowhere in the dark unprotected As if I gotta remind you how hectic it is We all have homies that set-trip They'll call for medics when the gats unleashed You'll regret it if you don't make it back in one piece That's how they do it no resolving the beef Why Battle Axe Crew stays armed to the teeth Comin' at you with them tattood physiques So if you rap weak, better take a back seat This is a beat that's haunting in sleep It could bump in your jeep, what they want from the street You could never be measured as this rude Meet me up at the session to get schooled by The Undi-Sputed, Heavyweight, Rudest Pa-rum-pa-pom! No jargon, could ever dead, this yard mon! (Yard mon!) Inside, outside, all sides Seal the perimeter! I'm a lion of the pride His tribe, my tribe, your tribe I put it into ya! Warlords of the Flie From Letras Mania