Black Ops
Method Man, Hanz On
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Uh Yeah (another one) Most slept on, but can't be crept on Game locked, still got time on the game clock (woo) End of the game the pawn and king go in the same box The same block, I'm just never found in the same spot And these two ratchets is twins, they got the same pop It's bad boy, and we can't stop, the kid proper This one-twelve make it hot, call that the Big Poppa (Poppa) I'm Puff Daddy, don't pop pills, I pop collar I fail nada, it's not a dollar, I'm not bothered My forefathers was bank robbers, they can't spar us Who got these rappers a lil' wheezy? Dwayne Carter I ain't your martyr, too many bars and they can't follow I'm thinkin' too hard, maybe rappers is Benny Carter For the record, y'all ain't stoppin' a thing See me sittin' on the chessboard, I'm on top of my game And while they watchin' my game, dude is watchin' they king Have 'em givin' up the rock like it's Roc-A-Fella and Dame, homie (Tried to tell 'em) Everyone's a critic in my town No need to critic, I hypocritic in my sound But y'all don't get it, for every lyric I write down That mean I get it, and y'all can get it on sight now No Call of Duty, these Black ops could die now No Call of Duty, these Black ops could die now Bull dog come out, no padlock for my pound Got X-Clan on the black watch, 'cause times now Yo, everybody a critic out here in my town Put him in water and leave him, but he will not drown All in 'em jungles with lions, watch him stand proud Assassination for really, the 40 (?) growl It's Hanz On, this the Meth Lab, what up, partner? In tune with legends and shooters that change ya whole posture Chupacabra, he spittin' lava, it's the risata Home court want to specify, and y'all follow Y'all could call or bark it, the blade sharper Become a martyr, this music'll get to Jones-Tarver Yup, death premeditated your whole roster Dudes is cowards, you're featherweights to my monsters Hanz-a-relli yo, the flow bonkers Be on your sponsors like Ronald Reagan, I ran contra It's a menage, success, money, Balenciagas Word to the fathers, you cowards is gon' need agua (Water) Word to mother, y'all could die now Doesn't matter, become cadavers, it's one round (Round) Dead bodies for every lyric I write down Shit conclusive, we get abusive on sight now, yeah No Call of Duty, these Black ops could die now (die now) No Call of Duty, these Black ops could die now Bull dog come out, no padlock for my pound Got X-Clan on the black watch, 'cause times now (wow)
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