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Call my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters
Smash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath concert
First role hospital nurse blow
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Yeah

By my side
To all them n****s tryin' to get me
It's by my side
I'm takin' some of y'all with me
It's by my side
I'm makin' sure they don't
Call my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters
Smash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath concert
First role hospital nurse blow
I'm a good guy, turned to a vill-I-an
Bully in the pack turned to a rat
P**** on my jack, I hit a b**** with a car bomb
Bombs in L.A., bombs in
king
Pro rapper pro fighter
Aucunes de ces tapettes n’est montées sur le ring
Je les attend toujours je suis chaud je suis hami
Comme tous mes frères
her bags pack her bags left 

Your style is A, be	, see-D 

E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-are-S 

Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts
killin' people, a-by-n degree

I know that this slow-achin' something
Murdering people by degrees
You know it's a soberin' thought 
Killin' you by degree
at
A nigga had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall
to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall
Can't none
in the days, on the side where it's at
A nigga had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
Rat
spots, yo we tip'n it up
I take two or three chicks, not giving a fuck
Call little clay waist, start pack'n the truck
It's like that, take a cruise
the body slam
Turnin' out concerts, house'n the industry
Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for Ice-T
Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion
38
the days, on the side where it's at
A nigga had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
Rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga
to the ratio of bein confrontational
My concerts pay per view's capable of enragin you
To drive a car or truck with a bomb duck taped to you
Put you arms up got
at
A nigga had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall
Rat Pack, get that shit tatted
Fuck with me on Snapchat
Talk shit and get clapped back
Only carry-on is my backpack
When I jetset like a war vet
N.W.A.'s home
Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up

In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
We
and a snare, now the green light to go
I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
By break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It
We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pigeons
I flip
[Tech N9ne]
This song is dedicated to Brian be'zl Dennis
And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians
Real Riot Makers.

This one right here's
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is

I can't even lie
man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance