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I am the rock hard trooper
To the bone, the bone, the bone
Full grown, consider me, stone
Once again and
I say it for you to know
The troop
like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm ill?
universe
Far from you average rappers
Nothing is by the book
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Show you just how to cook
The city is full of bishops
Putting pressure
the caper together
Stuff thе safe full of cheddar
Hibernatе for a second
Then we back with the pressure
We hit the spot, buy the bitch out
I'm on the couch,
to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in
those champagne sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove? You're so full you can't even move (yeah,
game
I'm being for real, no facade or charades
My glutton is full cuz I've covered my bases
I murdered my sloth when I put down the drank
Now my wrath
I got her latched on me, like a tamagotchi
Got it locked on Lizzie, want the smoke, biscotti
Full court press, gotta ball, Giannis
These niggas so
Slide the highway
Eyes be full of high beams
Ice cream castle
Gotta move quickly
Move at light speed
Like my body made of lighting
Now that girlie
Hints of full potential in my basement tapes
Create as I hide behind the mulberry drapes
From the hollows of my heart you took the rest of me
Got me
those champagne sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove? You're so full you can't even move (yeah,
You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah)
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well
times Ima tella you
"You really think about voices in ma head?
Ima sad devil
That's my proffesor walking high ass fuck... mfka
That's my fiance dancing
Back To Brampton
Swerving swerving
Skrting skrting skrting
Serving serving serving
Everything I've done it comes Full Circle
Working working
Working
fucking filthy with slime
Professor Elva needs my helping
In the valley evershade
I collect in a clever way
Because I'm never paid
Professor prefers
X, X x, X
Mr x, Shut 'em down
Seven wins, he hold the crown
Roll around like professor X
But X stand up and break your necks
Gladiator like Russell
of homicide It's a living hell, you got to be the guy You got to be live-full Peer pressure pounds and if you ain't stressful Black to feed the back Your not
The see-are-you-D-D-why, the see-L-I-see-K
It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching
Peace, peace
Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white
link tall) True
(Just hear Busy seh yuh thief him song pon Pinkwall)
Pinkwall? Mix up dawg, you ah think small
(But ah him did do it first, professor
Czujesz jak trzęsie budą
Bawię się nutą
Trochę zawiewa nudą
Bawię się nutą
Rozkręcam bass na full joł
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the rock hard trooper to the bone the bone the bone
Full grown consider me stone
Once again and I say it for you to know
The troop is always ready, I yell
attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin' you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in the labratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
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