Lyrics:
But Encore just didn't have the caliber to match it
I guess enough time just ain't passed, yet
A couple more years, that shit'll be Illmatic
super high
You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine
Women of a caliber
Only seen in magazines and calendars
And I'm sitting with Miss October
'Cause my
you niggas can't believe
Like purchase purses, places or them things that you can't conceive (huh, uh-huh)
Like interactin' with women the caliber
get a custom
(BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!!)
AK rifle this mi long gun
Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun
One shot shift
Fuck that
It's too late, chump, now face up
I pray for the day that someone who spits with the caliber that Nas and Jay does
Opens up his jaw to say
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
master my Algebra no caliber
Stick me? I was thinkin' how and for what
But reality bites like a thousand mutts
Nothin' worse than the person that's foul
Huh nigga what we soldiers
[Mystikal]
I'm a buffalo soldier smokin' dolja
.45 caliber armered pistol when I load I could stop a bull dozer
March
bust your chin
Yo bust this
Forty caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two
heart stop beat
Leave me, ha, ha, ha, breathless, ca-can hardly speak
To meet a lady of your caliber is an honor indeed
Leave a lastin' impression for
play up the East Coast
I done tested the caliber, why (?)
Kickin' shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot
When you
There's a 21st century hole in the ground and it's shaped like you and it's bringing me down
There's a 22 caliber bullet in my head
And it's full
This be a day of defeat
You'll need to
Install cheats or retreat
Couldn't be beat
If I was drums in Africa for wax
Crack the manufacturer
My caliber's
Of what you'll do when your done
You keep your caliber loaded
No-one's gonna fuck this up
you drive the exact speed limit
Keep of a track or your miles
that's the caliber of jesus touch
It don't matter the caliber I proceed to rush
Vinny on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch
(verse 2)
D
to get up wit ya
Came ways, g23 hit ya make way
45 calibers man i hit em
45 calibers man i hit em
They wanna see me down
He wanna let off rounds
That
as any challenger
But when it came down to
Certain days on the calendar
He would walk around with a 38 caliber
An eighth of this caliber should
Get his
me driven to the point of no return home
So the streets I roam, don't catch chrome to the dome
Of this flat black .45 caliber Glock, gat, gun,
Scholarships jus' Calibers and Clips
On the Blockwarrior plottin on Kingpin Licks
Flip Burgers I jus' can't see it
I'm a face mo c.r.e.a.m. with BONE THUGS in
me driven to the point of no return home
So the streets I roam, don't catch chrome to the dome
Of this flat black .45 caliber Glock, gat, gun,
the future caliber
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made
bro, I'm 10 seconds hit'n'go
Black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuk' Timbs
Enough to confuse any witness
Strongest of calibers, is what we only
calibers and AKs. No love
for the mutha fucking po-po. Kill em all and piss on their fucking
graves. Cleveland, better believe, we stay thevin, and every
the demonstration, down down for the demonstration
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo, you caliber
24K ain't
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