| It’s the real authentic, leave ya’ll dented
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| Forget what ya heard--if I said it, I meant it
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| Did it for real, while ya’ll pretended
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| Back for more, startin' the war to end it
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| Raw, rippin' like I’m working a chainsaw
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| From New York to Cali, New Jersey to Crenshaw
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| Speak the gift while you plead the fifth
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| My team is sick, we eat, sleep, and breathe this shit
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| Rough and rugged, kill 'em soft
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| We don’t leave one standin' when we breakin' 'em off
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| Takin' a loss, not a chance in your life
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| If being fresh is wrong, I don’t wanna be right
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| Stop, drop, and roll, we got soul
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| Safety popped off when we lock and load
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| So, this how we get this done
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| You can check on the rep--yep, second to none
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| Check on the rep, second to none, yea
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| This how we get this done
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| You can check on the rep, second to none
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| Check on the rep, second to none, yea
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| This how we get this done
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| You can check on the rep, second to none
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| Yo, check the rep, yep, enough respect
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| If not for the jewels I drop, the chunky neck
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| I’m funky fresh, equipped with a rusty Tek
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| Am I the best--well I gotta put it bluntly, yes
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| You can’t touch me, the flows’ll get ya
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| Squeeze breath outta your chest like boa constrictors
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| I’m a killer and I usually know my victims
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| So I catch a lot of bodies on the homie system, uh
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| Don’t get it twisted, I’ll break your jaw
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| You’ll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw
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| Liquid diet, bitch--we official pirates
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| I ghost ride the ghost ship, drinkin' and drivin'
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| Yeah, you ain’t nothing but a whiny kid
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| That cries like a wimp cause nobody rides with him
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| I ain’t a thug, pimp, gangsta or grimy dun
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| But you can check on the rep--yep, second to none
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| Check on the rep, second to none, yea
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| This how we get this done
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| You can check on the rep, second to none
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| Check on the rep, second to none, yea
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| This how we get this done
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| You can check on the rep, second to none
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| You know the biz when I step in the gate
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| You can find me at the gym bench pressing the weights
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| Getting' diesel on that ass and I’m so disgusting
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| I’ma tell the whole god dang globe to suck it
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| I’m bad, now you feelin' something surround you
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| My chemical mix, they got you pumpin' the Valium
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| The audience exposed and they had a reaction
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| Similar to explosions off of battery acid
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| My rhymes a razor to slash your neck with
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| So follow my trail path to Winnekta Exit
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| Into the dungeon, what you bringin' a bucket
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| No one’s hearin' your screams, so start playin' the trumpet
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| I’m outta your reach now, so give me some rocket fuel
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| Hooked up with BeatDown and did the impossible
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| A couple of months later, the record was done
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| So you can check on the rep--yep, second to none
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| Check on the rep, second to none, yea
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| This how we get this done
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| You can check on the rep, second to none
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| Check on the rep, second to none, yea
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| This how we get this done
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| You can check on the rep, second to none |