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  • What's the outcome when your testing mines?
    Snatch spies when the weapon reclies
    The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed
    Shooting a trigger, super ***** called
    Christopher
    Reeves No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe
    Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed
    A risk indeed, my format can kill, on a warpath
    Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill
    Mastered the skill of tongue lashing, and still
    I unfasten my
    Jordans, spill out the raw
    Peel out the four, with the fifth attached
    The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back
    Clap the star, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard
    It's hard crash, blow your car
    Oddjob, some rob, some resort to
    God Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog
    Afford your cars,
    Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy
    Blowin' the stinky, drink with me
    Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check
    Or lay down, when
    I'm pullin' the tech
    I jet on your set, to disconnect it
    Life support system, direct, your wreckless
    The Texas
    Chainsaw, sever you brains off
    To hang the cost, when
    I flame the torch [Chorus 2X: Leathafase (U-God)]
    We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God]
    The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses
    Lean back in the stretch
    Lex' Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best
    Now, feel the force of the full court press
    I apply the kiss of death, something for real
    The realness, untouchable
    Elliott Ness
    Yo select a vet, take me off the bench,
    I'm supposed to lynch
    The angel in the air, you can smell the stench
    Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west
    I gave you a note, you can keep the rest
    Rip the whole coast, when
    I heat the flesh
    At the Greek
    Fest, hit a couple of bars
    Smash whips and strips like bumper cars
    Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly'
    The baby glock nine, the size of a celly
    Now it's a "Dilemma" like
    Nelly and
    Kelly Milk
    Pirelli tire, when
    I put that in a hurry
    With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry
    Very necessery when
    I make it to the top
    On my cock,
    Halle Berry
    Staten Island
    Ferry where the legends were made
    In the staircase, throw a rap grenade
    Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain
    Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain
    He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy
    Fish tank shoes, jumped out the
    Caddy Grand finale, yo, the champ is here
    The cameras glare under the chandelier
    Why you standing there, like you can hold it down
    There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown
    Tear it down, down to the last compound
    New York mix with a
    Compton style
    Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground
    Lay down the carpet when
    I walk down the aisle
    Telephone, he keep stalking the child
    For a misdemeanor, now
    I'm going to trial
    Secluded in exhile, like my *** wild
    Private jet style, who the livest vet now?
    Pass me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now
    Beat onto your chest when
    I let the tech growl [Chorus 2X]
  • What's the outcome when your testing mines?
    Snatch spies when the weapon reclies
    The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed
    Shooting a trigger, super ***** called
    Christopher
    Reeves No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe
    Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed
    A risk indeed, my format can kill, on a warpath
    Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill
    Mastered the skill of tongue lashing, and still
    I unfasten my
    Jordans, spill out the raw
    Peel out the four, with the fifth attached
    The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back
    Clap the star, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard
    It's hard crash, blow your car
    Oddjob, some rob, some resort to
    God Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog
    Afford your cars,
    Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy
    Blowin' the stinky, drink with me
    Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check
    Or lay down, when
    I'm pullin' the tech
    I jet on your set, to disconnect it
    Life support system, direct, your wreckless
    The Texas
    Chainsaw, sever you brains off
    To hang the cost, when
    I flame the torch [Chorus 2X: Leathafase (U-God)]
    We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God]
    The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses
    Lean back in the stretch
    Lex' Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best
    Now, feel the force of the full court press
    I apply the kiss of death, something for real
    The realness, untouchable
    Elliott Ness
    Yo select a vet, take me off the bench,
    I'm supposed to lynch
    The angel in the air, you can smell the stench
    Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west
    I gave you a note, you can keep the rest
    Rip the whole coast, when
    I heat the flesh
    At the Greek
    Fest, hit a couple of bars
    Smash whips and strips like bumper cars
    Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly'
    The baby glock nine, the size of a celly
    Now it's a "Dilemma" like
    Nelly and
    Kelly Milk
    Pirelli tire, when
    I put that in a hurry
    With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry
    Very necessery when
    I make it to the top
    On my cock,
    Halle Berry
    Staten Island
    Ferry where the legends were made
    In the staircase, throw a rap grenade
    Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain
    Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain
    He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy
    Fish tank shoes, jumped out the
    Caddy Grand finale, yo, the champ is here
    The cameras glare under the chandelier
    Why you standing there, like you can hold it down
    There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown
    Tear it down, down to the last compound
    New York mix with a
    Compton style
    Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground
    Lay down the carpet when
    I walk down the aisle
    Telephone, he keep stalking the child
    For a misdemeanor, now
    I'm going to trial
    Secluded in exhile, like my *** wild
    Private jet style, who the livest vet now?
    Pass me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now
    Beat onto your chest when
    I let the tech growl [Chorus 2X]