Here comes the refrain so jump into the crowd It's time to take a chance and strike a blow Go for the jugular and strike a blow Trash talk fluff on
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nicest Put words together like a fucking hypen Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling Nigga really it go to fucking striking We got a lot of rappers striking
What's ya worse nightmare, Black? I'm beyond that The mic, how I strike it, got 'em dialin' psychics Roll with minds, don't give a fuck if you don't
a Lexus Truck With a white leather interior (I could) I could kill off some bears and dogs and shit Just to make you a fur coat I could love you and
get, the more we takin' From other people, baby Brooklyn Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow
get, the more we takin from other people baby Brooklyn! Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow
for you, would you die for me? Obviously, we all know you type of cats Let they man get struck, never strike back Stay in the streets, seven days a week
'mma die for you, would you die for me? Obviously, we all know you type of cats Let they man get struck, never strike back Stay in the street, seven days a
no real scrill How silly ! Street clowns frown in bad times Which probably explains mad dogs and high crime Influx of murder deluxe to strike us Bust
Sick footage of the streets in heat Raw action flood the concrete My team walks through the night And fight in the light of a terrorist dream We watch
A yo I rep QB 'til I R.I.P 96 buildings 6 blocks in QB Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it First joint "murda muzik" A yo y'all
I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage In a motherfuckin' rage, like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool Fuck around and
just take a strong pull and strike the match on niggas I spit lit candles and drop hot wax on niggas My middle name Jason that means I'm capable of throwin' a
' a few on the way Dirt work, nigga, we don't play I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way I'm about a four an' a half into workin' these slabs
with a cause, without a force to the score Pillagin with 'donna cap's, the personna raps Hittin like a quarter back, blistered on the track Fully-auto, cop the mic blow, strike
