[Hook: Blahzay Blahzay (scrach sample)] Knock you off ballance (x2)
[Ed O.G] Hey yo, give me stocks like brokers I'm killin all you chumps with the choker, the big joker Holdin trumps while you gettin broker, so cállate la boca I like my coffee black, give me cream to make it mocha Any challenger, can get hung like a calendar And changed by the month, I remain in the front I don't fuck with fakes, never ran from Jakes Style be High like the Stakes, gettin cream like Drake's Cupcakes No mistakes, I wouldn't play myself Like all you MC's and get thrown in Ricki Lake's Cause I ain't Jones-in like Jenny Plus I keep it real like when Janet was Penny I be a master, Ed O.G with that nigga Laster Holdin MC steel, and we're movin right past ya With forty-four thousand ways to blast ya Cause a nigga gotta do what he hasta
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[Laster] Yo, what up and down, crews fall and count the losses In Hell you forced the spell with metaphorcial forces Now microphones, fiends for my vocal tones Twenty-four grown, run it down one day know right from wrong I master my opponents, lift the scene success Succeed in so much verse, you in this biz so bless Money I roll like fees dern traces to North For surgery, fessin grand jury Like I'm movin North for this to get down To your throat son lower then none Or present to run youths while you not done Now steel notes down your bodystructure, the masterpieces And not the every instrumental take like fishes And bitches, get ran-on like sentences When my mind spray we started the game crime style can't relate So bring the ruckus, darkness, sheistiest niggas to spark this I turn em harmless when I'm rhymin niggas gutless The unstoppable, Laster, money bring heat, I laugh The Omega, they kills my path to Mr. Backdraft Cause MC's get drags like fags, holdin a six-six flag When the mind get open kid I swept em off the ave Lift your face with one flow and on that blow Swallow your fronts now you shittin steel out your asshole Word..
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[Laster] Only the strong survive, but the slickest be the richest I throw my shadow with an echo, full moon status Naturally hit trees of buddha, we got props like a new do On lingaling portables make crews not know where to run to So when you enter, learn to get burnt And overstand the realness son, and some few good tunes Cause faces of death, will form a target on your jacket The wanted mack, speed beans approach you like a fuckin Deadpool Like I'm Magnus cops roll, tried to bag us deep In the corner of Blue Hill, wide open steel scared of us What? We see no fuss, knahmean? And chicks get bagged like grocery, try to get that meal on real Crews run sort of like blacks on blocks Gun don't stay silent, at these rhyming grooves off balance 6-1-7 mass massacre scar you for life Ghetto survivor son, leave two in your secret boxTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
