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S.O.D.

Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician

Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking

Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen

With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it

We check the barrel and start respinnin' it

We, I start, medics start sowing and restitching them

My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opiumStay grippin' 'em, I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance

That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates

Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness

I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness

You be kiddin', soft like kittens

My grills are pit bulls, they will kill when I say sick 'em

Restrain me, restrict me

I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended niggaYou got a problem with E

If you got a problem, come a holla at me

And if you want it, we can get it started

Plus I got the whole squad siding with meLet the catty spray and wet up the matinee

Smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake

Violate and I will retaliate

I don't battle fake niggaz, I'm heavyweight nigga

GMG, fam, we gladly hotta

Behold the sorcerer's stone like Harry Potter

And I'm like Harry Potta, we scary ridersCan't get near the dadda

I swear to God I'll come find where you hidin'

Have my high, finding beamers and ninas

Leave the area shot up, you hearing me Patna

I'm a fucking five star general, to drive cars into you

Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you

This message intended to, who's ever offended Duke

Yeah, you my nigga, but you could still get it too

So don't test me, I don't wanna do this shit to youYou got a problem with E

If you got a problem, come a holla at me

And if you want it, we can get it started

Plus I got the whole squad siding with meLive from the NY state

And I got one question, guess what's in my waste

Y'all got me pisted off slick talk

To get that Jacob watch, I'll cut your wrist off

I'm in the limo too long to turn

And this motherfuckin' Dutch taking long to burn

I'm impatient, this is a song you learnMake money, take money

And I'm hear to confirm my occupation

The new boss of course, the new Porsche

I pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off

You too soft, Red Cafe from New York

I tell a bitch quick, I'm hot can't cool off

I twist lesbos, and guzzling out exos

My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro

It's R.C. nothing phony about me

With E double the O.G. you know meYou got a problem with E

If you got a problem, come a holla at me

And if you want it, we can get it started

Plus I got the whole squad siding with meYeah, I know, you never expect me to anchor

I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters

I run DMC's from rappers that's petter piper

I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper, man

I'm not M.J., I'm a lover and a fighter

That's why I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper

I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands

Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a manI did time, a thirteen year bid

I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib

I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing

Whenever you performing shows it's me booing

Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now

And you gonna be a punk at sixty

Dog, ya need more team to get me

I'm a G, and my Unit come through like FiftyYou got a problem with E

If you got a problem, come a holla at me

And if you want it, we can get it started

Plus I got the whole squad siding with meYou got a problem with E

If you got a problem, come a holla at me

And if you want it, we can get it started

Plus I got the whole squad siding with me

Songwriters

SERMON, ERICK S. / SCOTT, SY / PHILLIPS, NEIL / DENNY, J.Published by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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