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you better duck
When you're cooling with your homies imma interrupt
And disrupt the whole flow
And fuck on your hoe
I'm the star of the show
Don't act

admirer yeah I admire you
Not just your beautiful face and not your body either
You're so hot and cold you'll give this lover boy a killer fever
Do what

Nunca

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

the thieves crucified next to him
Boys and men cringes, through poison pen syringes
these niggas couldn't be stars if they were thrown by Chinese ninjas
Chino

Triplets

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

really fear us, they must of heard we really killers 
We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters 
And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry

on me
I got killers wit me we be sinning really
Pack a punch the Glock it got power hit you wit like 50
When I open up my mouth to rap all the hoes get

The World Is Yours

Tru

Da Crime Family

1999

Never look suspicious when the switch is on 
If you think you're tapped up 

then switch your phone 
Think a nigga watchin' your house 
then switch

of these guys should've dead by now
Yo wagwarn, where's the killer MCs?
Nah, I ain't backing your beef if
You're sending me dough for canteen
Attempted

to make it my nigga I'm like no other (Like no other)
Swagger finna make your girl tell me you're her brother
Oh man, I'm like a broken tap with that drip

Frequencies

K-Otix

Universal

This is re-evolution
Regeneration
Re-presentation
What's your destination?
Maybe star status amongst the constellations
No conversation without

more
Like it's a Big Buford 
Far in this race 
Think Im seeing the future 

Dipping and dabbing in all of this talent
But you're not ready 
You just

Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any feelings here
We from the bottom

Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any feelings here
We from the bottom

Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any feelings here
We from the bottom

Smoke good weed and we vibe out
Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any

of this it'll show you where you're at 
Or at least it'll help you to feel it 

By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake 
My head was out the window

of this it'll show you where you're at 
Or at least it'll help you to feel it 

By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake 
My head was out the window

you'll be lucky if you're not a victim of a shooting
In Detroit, crack-head zombies still prostituting
In Detroit, where the underground rap don't get

in the Chevy
With the pieces on the blades
By the time you're reaching for it
It's already too late

C'mon! Foe Foe (Let 'em know)
Now I got the name

(ooh)
50 stars and the stripes hanging outside of my door (yeah)
I was deafened by the freedom, was you saying something more (haha)
Was you saying

a trip to the morgue, if you're a kid at the park
Rest In Peace Tamir Rice your soul is mixed with the stars
White supremacy's a glitch, it's a system

happens
To be standing in a parking lot
When everybody saw the shooting
Star, fly by and people wished for better lives
Wonder why
Why not just make it

You're giving me that spark - I'm giving you chills
I pull up to the bar, now you up in my lap
I be feeling like a star the way I'm up in your snaps
We

you from then on 
In my eyes, baby, you're a star 
And, I will give you anything that you want

Baby baby, you so fine 
I just wanna get ya high 
Maybe

a flow killer, the lyrical show Thriller
The mic is my battle axe, ain't nobody go realer
Everybody sound basic, see what you need me for
Bred in the era