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Who can hang with the flow None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows Yo I be rippin'and then dippin' Tearin' up emcees Like slams of Scottie Pippen my clips in Begins mad *********** static the stations Once I step to the nation makin' innovations My team's basically waiting invoking Satan Many not Makin? Their moves ya vital signs leakin' homes I'mma keep rappin' til in a funeral home I'm makin' rap mortuaries to every body who get buried And married into the afterworld it varies Scenarios carry easily we hurry hotter than jamacian curry Lookin' at my right hand my pistol grip pumpin' Increase hearts ya jumpin' ivs dumping Tryna keep you alive bumpin' all jive yo we always into something..... My ****** rate dominate in all states undercover I'll annihilate And humiliate to those that wanna test thier fates I'm makin' casket crates three in a row seven each That means twenty one bodies leach I preach What I teach never a leech ya contracts breach Eulogy given flows hit like Julius Jackson stickin' Uppercuts from ya head to gut ya know what We bout to do **** ya crew like soundview Feel the blast spin around adversaries like Taz Leave a destructive path death gets the last laugh Powerful paragraphs that entice blood baths Master the craft still layin' my grande shaft A **** ero sick with the turntable beatin' labels She feelin' on my cables my necklace ain't no checkin' this Yo this ****** Ludacris number one spot I keep locked Like an Alcatraz prison spiritually risen Ya mentals genuflected from the music that christens Who can hang with the flow None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
Blow 4 Blow (They Can't Hang So)
Who can hang with the flow None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows Yo I be rippin'and then dippin' Tearin' up emcees Like slams of Scottie Pippen my clips in Begins mad *********** static the stations Once I step to the nation makin' innovations My team's basically waiting invoking Satan Many not Makin? Their moves ya vital signs leakin' homes I'mma keep rappin' til in a funeral home I'm makin' rap mortuaries to every body who get buried And married into the afterworld it varies Scenarios carry easily we hurry hotter than jamacian curry Lookin' at my right hand my pistol grip pumpin' Increase hearts ya jumpin' ivs dumping Tryna keep you alive bumpin' all jive yo we always into something..... My ****** rate dominate in all states undercover I'll annihilate And humiliate to those that wanna test thier fates I'm makin' casket crates three in a row seven each That means twenty one bodies leach I preach What I teach never a leech ya contracts breach Eulogy given flows hit like Julius Jackson stickin' Uppercuts from ya head to gut ya know what We bout to do **** ya crew like soundview Feel the blast spin around adversaries like Taz Leave a destructive path death gets the last laugh Powerful paragraphs that entice blood baths Master the craft still layin' my grande shaft A **** ero sick with the turntable beatin' labels She feelin' on my cables my necklace ain't no checkin' this Yo this ****** Ludacris number one spot I keep locked Like an Alcatraz prison spiritually risen Ya mentals genuflected from the music that christens Who can hang with the flow None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
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