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Die Slow

Yo

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Yeah

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Ya niggas better

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Uh

(Die slow)All you can do is die slow nigga

(Die slow)

(Die slow)

(Die slow)

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(Die slow)

(Die slow)All you can do is die

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Yeah

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(Die slow)Fuck y'all

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(Die slow)

Die slow nigga

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(Die slow)Yo, you against me, no contest, my tongue hydraulics

Strong enough to flip a '64 Impala with 3 adult passengers

And a 4 hundred pound driver

And drown you in less than an ounce of your own salivaRubber face rappers get, stretched like elastic

Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular

Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter

Or a Olympic kayaked, paddlin' across the NiagaraMy afterburners'll be burnin' you after

Ya' body already been splashed with acid and you turn to ashes

Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin'

Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'NassisI'll fly ya' body outta Dallas

Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets

Then lie to the masses, I'll tell 'em that

You got murdered over some East West beef, between rappersRadio stations'll express their sadness

Play classics back to back and pass out stop the violence pamphlets

Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend

While you in hell throwin' tantrumsI'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons

Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin', nigga you can't win

I'm laughin' 'cause you a has been

You'll never get ya' groove backSo don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett

You'll just get ya' ass kicked

Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket

My left arms taken but my right ones free

That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emceeWit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal

My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels

I fire pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles

Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkleYa probably had no idea what you was gettin' into

On the mic, Can-i-bus is invincible

Fuck you(Die slow)

Hey yo, that nigga got an attitude

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Yeah, he be actin' rude

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And he's always trynna' battle you

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That last album was terrible(Die slow)

When he's on the radio

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He never got a clean mouth

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Yeah, every time he freestyles

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His words be gettin' bleeped out(Die slow)

You got the album?

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Naw, I heard it was weak

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You got the album? I said it was weak

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But the shit don't come out till next week(Die slow)

Hey yo, I like the nigga's beats

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Yo that shit be comin' bugged out

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Hey yo, that nigga Bis dumbs out

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He waited too long to come outTo you bitch niggas who talk alot but walk the block, in halter tops

Left side of ya chest, mark the spot

That's where a nigga put it, when I'm hooded

Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some channel 6 footageKnow what is, me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard

Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin' for ya door knob

Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise

One shot could have a short slide, right out the North sideYour whole flow is porkrine, spit the small oints

I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point

Drop on top of the blue line, right beside the red one

Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my career doneBring it to ya ass if you the challengin' type

Especially those, surroundin' the mic, sound of the light

To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable splitters

True to you niggas, lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liverShoutin' my name

Ya best to control the noise soldier boy

Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids(Die slow)

Yeah, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo

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I heard he's from Philly yo

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I seen him in Bis video

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He's so skinny tho'(Die slow)

Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?

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I don't even understand his shit

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That nigga sounds like an amateur

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Yo, I heard Jay manage him(Die slow)

Yo, he got some heavy gold shit

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Man, that's some old shit

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Yeah yo, the niggas that he roll wit'

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Probably let 'em hold it(Die slow)

He got alotta Benji's

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No he don't

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Every time, when I see him in the back of the source

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He looks [Incomprehensible]

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