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Butter Knives

(They say he's a swordsman)

Back to that fly shit

(They say he's a swordsman)

Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boy

More money on this rhyme right here, boy

Take ya'll back to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-O, oh shit

Yo, lord, that first Wu shit

You know what it is, it's that muthafucking

Special made, high powered, special made forces

What up, what up, what up?

Aiyo, aiyo chef that fly with a meat cleaver

Swing on a young nigga, smack flames at him, no gun neither

Leave him with a buck, what the fuck

(They say he's a swordsman)

Get that little, nigga

Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing

Chain came from rent days and pumping

Wire cell with valor's on, drawers is colorful

I do this, forever nigga, raw style

Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come through

Unless your vehicle, three hundred chain, silly

Laying in the park with the killas, the Coupes and villains

No rims, we just ball for the millions

The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome

Get your throne rushed and I ain't got a gun on

High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on

Drinking with the best of the hustling

I got butter knives like you got butter knives

Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times

All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do

I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles

FILA approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters

Can't come through with cedar toasters

It's going down, only in the town

Your heart get tested and gun play is only an investment

Flying shooters, eye-wear Rugers

Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students

Cocaine cops they know him

(They say he's a swordsman)

You already know that, man

Diamond up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7

Back to the Hill in a second, yeah

Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet

Stay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon?

Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons

Back of the building with the jammers

Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terrordome, sleep well

Who don't like beefing? Keep shells

I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart

Play parts of this in detail

Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down

Pop up on spots and vanished

(They say he's a swordsman)

I got butter knives like you got butter knives

Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times

All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do

I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles

FILA approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters

Can't come through with cedar toasters

It's going down, only in the town

Your heart get tested and gun play is only an investment

Get down, Lord

(They say he's a swordsman)

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