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blow by blow All your wicked nightmares you say that you don't know And all the time it's coming blow by blow All the time it's coming blow by blow Blow by
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I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her O.U.T., L.A.W.Z. You fuckin with a nigga livin destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in (?) when
a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind And if
t right I ain't homeless dog that ain't my life And if it ain't bout no money I don't wanna be bothered If it ain't about no pussy bitch then poppin
you So let me be your murderer, the only one thats killing you O-L-D school, kicking game since pre-school Down in Miami South Beach by the pool Where
see through Above that, I can't feel nothin' unless it's lethal Testin' your moves, never that, make your position fetal, uh [Drag-on] I wanna talk about Dog nigga, L-O
left I told Big L through me, he could resurrect I'm that nigga like Puff in L-O-X I took one L and life is still Double X Brick City where I bleed on
opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them g's on the corners, move when I move That's a warning, or I'mma have
be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day Dancehall General, Party Fanatic
absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like
own tags Don't touch this Cracklin hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, Laugh, and pop shit Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard Got
T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's
rise [Chorus: x2] [Inspectah Deck] My style's so underground, I write rhymes on fossils Use as directed and wear protective goggles Shaolin's the burough, rap Picasso Blow
: [Intro] Yo once a pimp gets threats That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr And I, nigga
I don't give a fuck And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub I hold
s at, boy I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool, gettin
