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Verse 1
highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like
it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me,
flagrant, foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deed tight,
disposition keep on flipping
Keep em playing they position
Keep making the people
listen what I spin
Put em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat,
leaking out of the pen
Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend
We never listen to them
It's like trying to take
a piss in the wind
My home team doing visitors in,
yo don't test em
They all standing close to the edge,
so don't stress em
Now who the type built to last?
It's no question, the Master!
Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound
Hitting you hard from
- every direction
Your head and shoulder,
area your midsection dawg!
Verse 2
F#
Yeah
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here,
Cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
and don't say nuthin'
Verse 3
Yeah Illadelph, home of the original gun clappers
F#
Out on the wrong corner your shit'll
get spun backwards
You got the fool wanting the rules,
enter at risk
Or your own nana'll keep a gat
under the mattress
Shorties running reckless from
Philly to Texas
Surprising what niggas willing
to do to get a neckless
Some emotions felt better left
unexpressed at times
Niggas' crime record
longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things
you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought
they'd never achieve
Silhouettes waiting in
the wings ready to D
Thirst decise or need at least
a buck to breathe
C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax
Most times they be sticking
you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind
when it all collapse
And if it's my worst bar then I'm
Verse 4
a take it right back nigga
F#
Yeah
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here,
Cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
and don't say nuthin'
Verse 5
in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in
the palm of my hand
When a brother transform,
from aynonomous man
To the force, crush whoever might
of thought I was playin'
I'ma flame some, sentence the shit,
the cold twist to slang
Thicker than big boy baby,
mom, sister pain
Beyond measure,
relaxed under pressure
You see the master piece,
but to me it's unperfected
Give it here Geffen Records,
I'm off the handle
Cut the check,
and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin', all bets is canceled
Nigga black ink, red was a G financial
We finna have the whole
industry at a stand still
See me put the system on
lock like can pill
So get wit them endorsements,
and call reinforcements
Cause my click come a full
Verse 6
sizable portions
F#
Yeah
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here,
Bm
F#
Bm
F#
and don't say nuthin'
Cut the check
Give it here,
and don't say nuthin'
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