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styles - the mc lyrics

[styles p]
kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent
that’s what krs said
the ghost n-gg-, time is money
double r, d-block
poobs let’s go

if it’s beef better move on n-gg-, or get shot in the head
or trucked over by the uconn n-gg- (trucked over)
touch me, lose two arms, n-gg- you might think you hot
you dead wrong, you just lukewarm n-gg-
i’m colder than the ice in the freezer
butcher knife slice and you seize up
44 blunts, i got a right to amnesia
late night i’m pipin a diva
all my n-gg-z hyper and eager
in case i miss the hit the sniper’ll leave ya
this case it’s better to give than be the receiver
in the m-6 blowin the weed up
comin through the hood makin sure that it’s g’d up
i’ma i’ma hustler, you know that i read up
my rap is like c-ke, so my sh-t stay ki’d up
y’all lil’ n-gg-z new to the slums
i’m from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar’ll run
come through with a chip, 22 in the bun
ask the streets who can spit an iller fluid than son
sheeit, n-body right? (n-body)
kill you, you a n-gg- n-body like
f-ck with me if you lookin for the rowdy type
i get it buzzin with cousin
six dozen bullets skippin in the audi right
this is styles n-gg-, i keep it comin like gunshots
and you ain’t said nuttin in the wild n-gg-
you ain’t said nuttin, what? motherf-cker
time is money n-gg-, that’s all i’ma say
poobs we f-ckin out, see you at the finish line

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