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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
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