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Yeah L .O .D

Keith Murray Def Squad

Mister mister mister Mister Smith

You want a hit

Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad

I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a s**t

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

**** all that sensuous s**t

I represent intellectual violence

And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments

Like Redman I shift with the ruck

If your if was a spliff we'd be all ****ed up

Word up

No need to ask you who is he son I get busy

Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities

Chicago LA any of 'em

I'll have to Norman Bate you

I love ta hate you cause you's a freak by nature

Can't wait to face ya mutilate ya

Drink your style down straight with no chaser

My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back

As soon as one of you n***as try to over react

The L .O .D . love good confrontation or vamp

Break your concentration murder your camp

For the jealous overzealous we fellas

Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis

N***as coming through and acting wild

Y'all commercial n***as better have a coke and a smile

I shot ya

I conversate with many men it's time to begin again

Forgot what I already knew ayo you hear me friend

Illuminati want my mind soul and my body

Secret society trying to keep they eye on me

But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me

Make my moves strategically the G .O .D

It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player

I use my thinker it coincides with my blinker

While you wondered what we saying on the records real

Yeah you motha****in' right kid you know the deal

My Mobb is Infamous just like the ****in' title read

You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed

Some def kids feeling guilty 'bout the space s**t

The truth hurts baby girl so just face it

Alright

But anyway back on the real side of things

My n***as sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings

Not only is it inside the songs that we sing

Everything is real not just a song that we sing

From my life to the paper very accurately

Give you all of my two so maybe you can three

Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E

My s**t attract millions like the moon attract the sea

How dare you ever in your life walk past me

Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D . I shot you faggot a*s

Now who the **** you think you talking to

I pay dues I spray crews

Look I'm Joey Crack mother****ers be like He's bad news

Runnin this racket from New York to Montego

Slaughtering people bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico

I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer

These b***h-a*s n***as know we stronger

Than these weaklings seeking for respect that ain't there

Knuckleheads beware there's mad tension in the air

Tommy guns for fun shotties for block parties

While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi

Call the ambulette this man's wet

Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette

Razor which I keep hidden in my oral

Ready to spatter at any ad out that wants to quarrel

These feds want me for some tax evasion

Mad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian

Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture

Joey Crack a .k .a

Keyser Soze

Thug n***as give they minks to chinks tore down

We sip drinks rockin' minks flashin' rings and things

Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep mackin'

Doin' my thing fly n***a you a Scarface king

B***hes grab ya ta-ta's get them n***as for they cheddar

**** it Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers

Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox

Four carats the ice rocks p***y bangin' like Versace locs pops

Want ta the creep on the light raw a*s cheeks

I'm sexin' raw dog without protection disease infested uh

Italiano got the Lucciano

I gets down ****in' with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop

Boo I'm jingling baby

I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low I play slow

Roll with The Firm Mafioso crime kingpin

It all real n***a what the deal I shot ya

What the **** I thought I conquered the world

Crushed Moe Dee Hammer and Ice-T's girl

But still n***as want to instigate s**t

I'll battle any n***a in the rap game quick

Name the spot I make it hot for you b***hes

Female rappers too I don't give a **** boo

Word I'm here to crush all my peers

Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years

N***as scared I'm detrimental to your mental state

I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait

N***as fight Glock cocked ya temple gets ****ed

MCs that **** with LL they gets bucked

That's real what's up with that I Shot Ya deal

Light s**t n***as slip now how the bullet feel

New York appeal in L .A . they gang bang

But if you touch a mic your mother****in a*s hang

That's facts n***as don't receive no type of slack

'Cause if they do they a*s is always runnin' back

Not this time but next time I'ma name names

LL s**tting from on top of the game

I shot ya