| Dump Gawd
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| Uh, check it
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| It’s a war outside, better stay in your home
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| I’m coppin' armored trucks like I’m Al Capone
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| Every gun got a drum on it, swear you don’t want it
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| Many battle components, weakness, we don’t condone it
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| Go at any component, so much power, I know it
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| Out to devour you, stoic, I’m heroic
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| Better than most of you rappers and I know it
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| I put your face to the barrel, then blow it
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| Camouflage outfits, take my gun in the outlet
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| Remain solid, I ain’t worried 'bout the clout shit
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| Soon as they give us the money, we out, kid
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| Stay sharp for pigs, hope I make it to the crib
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| It’s a hard-knock life, I’m a genius, I’m a whiz
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| Got the problem solver, my revolver split your wig
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| Steppin' out the limo with a cig, a bad boy like Notorious BIG
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| Or Corleone like Big L, makin' it outta hell
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| From the corrupt peoples' spells
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| But life is still swell, I can’t associate with chumps
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| I’m protected by machine gun funk
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| Niggas front, they whole team get touched
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| When the beef erupts, we takin' c-note chances
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| I’m like John Torrio makin' advancements
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| Trainin' in a room full of axes
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| Yo, what’s the word? |
| Just give it
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| Puttin' green lights on niggas, handle business
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| I got thoughts sicker than Lord Griffith
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| Swing blades in every sentence
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| Take advantage of every minute
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| Gainin' power, talkin' to the senate
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| Your whole style is rented like tennis
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| Spendin' bands 'til Nefertiti the pendant
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| Catch me underground 'cause I’m not trendin'
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| The scene so hot, gotta lay low
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| I keep it real from the grave to the cradle
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| Candlelights and incense burnin' continuously
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| I’m out to get this paper vigorously
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| I’m self-made, I gotta get myself paid
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| 'Cause if I don’t, I’ma end up as a slave to the system
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| They make it where it’s so hard to listen
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| It’s hot as hell, you gotta survive the kitchen
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| You gotta survive the kitchen
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| Klap Gawd, you already know
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| Yeah |