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42nd street terminal

Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money and the most
Uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are
story.. open to the media
Crime bosses, do or die, or either ya
live like a convict on the rock
You get SHANKED, battered and brusied you get dropped
in
Chorus:

Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers
'cause real bad boys movin' silence
Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers
'cause
up the next freaks
Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street
Over player then do this shit again next week
Getting this paper, phat
the way)
I'm the only way
We can fornicate
Ah, pimping and posing
Look what I drove in, ah
Having these hoes and I know that I'm chosen, ah
I live by
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen 

They welcome me into Jerusalem 

Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham 

I got my .45 by my side
call out my name and return you get silence

She's a high-plains drifter, loner
Baby's a rebel 
Cool disposition gets ya
Shows ya new level
Crazy
Hologram]

Complexities break entities when hardcore be the factor
Physically shatter by the cause of the megacosm distractor
Fractured by my supernatural
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen 

They welcome me into Jerusalem 

Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham 

I got my .45 by my side
motherfuckin gangsta shit 

[Kurupt] 

Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two 

or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not
dividends 
Though the life we live gets strenuous 
And we gettin' it how me and my niggas 
We outrang hustlas, thug by nature 
It's all about paper, fuck
Thug finest runnin' through the mind 
And, nigga don't pint the science behind the violence 
Call me that mighty rebel makin' moves in silence 
Livin'
Yo dj hi-tek
Drop the motherfuckin' beat box dog
Bring that next-level shit
Uh, yo, for real
That's what I'm talking about
Check it out
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!

[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over

[Sonja
Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous
I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design
I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme
Mozart of street
crews stress, fully on a quest
To be recognised, put up on a level next to me
And the Wise unified our lives, we bless the beat
We yet to see competitors
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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