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Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us Unofficialness, everything we outside you wish you was Official thugs in the drug profession Drug connections, drug addictions Still seein' the judge for drug possession The four-D's, all these is more reas' To either get big or leave and let live We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the shelf I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys, freeze Don't try to breeze or I'ma squeeze And blast the back of your knees Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa You're gettin' closer to death Reaper's got a hold on your breath You goin' straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh You was posin' a threat, now you froze in the bed Minute ago, you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin' Like you said on your album I thought you was wildin', bustin' Your guns and runnin' the island You was't violent, you was silent Tryin' to get college credits How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics? I'm Dianetics combined with lyrics My matureness is my insurance


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