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  Go for mine, and run down the line
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  Go for mine, and run down the line
  I went from construction Timbs to Acs with rims
  Flipping mixtapes to bitches feeding me grapes
  Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
  That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
  Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range
  My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars
  Blindfold you when you step in the car
  Thats that superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
  Cease roll the hash, its in the pocket with the nine
  Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline
  I want a presidential Rollie 
  So I crush MCs to guacamole, making Robin scream, Holy moley!
  Big Poppa, fuck a cape, Im that Paper Crusader
  Playing Sega in the wide body Blazer
  I shot dice with a priest and drank yak with a pastor
  So its me, myself and I know, my own lord and master
  When your ass was born, it was all on the lone, and
  When its time to die, youll be all alone, so
  Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and
  Start taking care of your own, nigga
  Everybodys human with the nature of a sinner
  So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
  I gots to fight back against the powers that be
  Cause the powers that be, be tryna fight me
  Standing at the crossroads but I wasnt by myself
  Some take the right and some take the lefts, but
  Lo and behold what do I see
  In the distance? Some resistance
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  Go for mine, and run down the line
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  Go for mine, and run down the line
  Its that Funkadelic Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it
  Fuck the vest, niggas better start putting on helmets
  I roam the streets where theres no peace, relax
  Funk coming in stacks, bullets humming from gats
  So I duck, lyrical BUCK BUCK, get stuck
  Im jamming like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
  That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few stitches
  BLADOW! Plus my style pack like Luke bitches
  I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame
  Like Liu Kang, burning your membranes when the wind change
  Mad explicit when splifted, my scriptures
  Leaving your mic boney like that Tales Of The Crypt bitch 
  All yall niggas suck my balls one time
  While I unwind, Im busting your ass, counterclockwise
  I get Dumb but Dumber, why your vision blurred
  For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers
  Ayo, Mayday, mayday, raise the white flag
  Let the pants sag, fuck the drag 
  Its the low down and Im low-key, the O.G
  Niggas know me so take it easy with stakes
  It aint surprising these motherfuckers still hating
  They must dont know I aint that nigga to be played with
  Its been stated way back in 88
  That a nigga like Mike will stomp the head of a snake
  Now quakes was felt when my feet hit the ground
  And fate is fatal when my heat made a sound
  Now, how did I relate whats gonna fall
  When my niggas made the fucking final call
  It aint no sunshine, it aint no sunshine
  Its like
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, its like that
  For my one true
  Our runs our rhyme
  For my one
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  For my one true
  Our run
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  Hey, you, dont you dare give me no type of argument
  All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
  Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
  Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
  You best believe every time we come, we come hard
  The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
  Now every time I turn around, my people start subtracting
  They cause this shit, then they wonder why we start overreacting
  Hey, ay, ay, you can pick and choose it
  Right before you lose it, Im a hit you with my music
  Im frying up shit sizzling like cyanide
  Watch me go inside, Please give me room, yo step aside
  Ha, those who commit the ultimate crimes
  Bitches run around like snitches out there dropping dimes
  Get your shit drawers up out my hammer
  Young survivalist represent the next Black Panther
  I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side
  And the guard S.T. is still waiting in the ride
  So I stepped to the DJ and told the DJ
  Yo, throw the wax on How many emcees must get dissed
  Putting your shit to the pave, ending em meeting the gauge
  Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazing, nothing phased
  Bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses
  Put em all in a coffin, you dearly departed, better off
  Living the psycho path so Im down with a buck and a blast and getting my chance
  You niggas are fearing my sawed-off
  Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast
  So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packing your shit, you bitch
  Not that it makes a difference, cuz, when we a done with the quickness
  Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, bucking em once a
  Gain enough to pick a defender
  They try to contend us, see, all they gon win is that Mac-10
  Theres never another to go with a brother, while smotherin suckas been gon undercover
  We leave em in gutters, ain’t gonna get caught. But who was the sucker that squealed on a murda?
  Creep with the street, sweeper, better R.I.P. and pray
  The bullet dont put in much work but Im a sure, with, shot
  Puttin the bullets just where it hurts, and um
  With a me techll slip up one on the popos, Bone, Bone
  Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up
  Get em on the get up, Bone wont let up