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dagger$ - "the first 48"(pt. 1 & 2) lyrics

[24 bars: dagger$]
top shelf like that cereal box, the people want a cut i can give em’ an ox//
x’d out your name, put mine on top, you know what time it is like a rolex watch//
situations turn sticky, that’s like scotch, loud turn sticky, that’s like scotch//
shout out to me, that’s mad props, shout out to me that’s mad props//
just to prove to compet-tion that i’m still on top//
i’m like the little engine that could, that’s straight off the block//
in ghetto america, no particular spot, american muscle car no particular drop//
this where the line drawn, no particular dots//
protected like before the magnum popped//
i shine like pledge off the counter tops//
word as bond like bron, i hope ya album flop//
word as bond like bosh, ya wrist snap a lot//
and ain’t talking bout shooting no ball//
you hold no weight at all, when it comes to d weighed on the scale you fraud//
i rebel against the law, ain’t gone throw me against no wall//
i gone sick me with no dogs, i’m the sickness and the cure//
this that sh-t that frustrates, you a f-cking fake, i’m a luck of faith//
you take away from the game, i cultivate//
i’m a breath of air, you suffocate//
revenge is sweet, but how vengeance taste//
i exit to enter durante’, flaming these p-ssies like gon-orrhea//
flaming these f-ckers, they flambe//
i’m looking like a mime, what the f-ck he saying though//
military mind, no call of duty though//

[24 bars: dagger$]
r.i.p. gene, bless your soul, you in gangster paradise no coolio//
f-ck chopper 6, and metro, not pcs, but the police yes//
this is a protest in the form of a flow//
nine times out of ten, i got a formal approach//
these sixteen bars on death row//
don’t need b-tches in my earlobe, nope//
talking about relations, no, i ain’t got the patience ho//
you aggravating, go m-st-rbate then yo//
i’m 5’7, you might think that’s small as sh-t//
but i look at bigger n-ggas like david did goliath//
military minded, you might think i’m mindless//
a stand up enigma n-gga, you just spineless//
sometimes i rock designers, but n-gga i ain’t buying//
a bunch of f-cking clothes, when my brothers locked in asylums//
we stacking for his bail, cause he got caught with the china//
my bro been ratchet since he was a f-cking minor//
a skinny n-gga weighing in at 125, that hold more weight than n-ggas ten times his size//
your eyes getting big, like they magnified//
you gonna need a translator for this next rhyme//
you f-cking with i, no jose, pepe, alejandro, carlos//
miguel, luciano, pablo, paco, all them mexicanos//
let me tell you something i know, i love to see ya ho smile, that’s why she call me mc donald//
let me tell you something i know, i’m on the rise, murder ma$e high note//
bumping jet life every time i roll, bumping jet life every time i roll//

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