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[Mr. One (talking)]
Aight, we go
Oh yeah... sixin
Mr. One, GPA
And that mothafucka

[Mr. Lil'
through my return
Mothafuckas fin to
It's the
I to bring the pain in the rain
me from any peace talks
Watch the gun
Comin your block
you and the cops
Still I the urge to emerge for the kill
Spit up in your face, roll you down a big
No one will rescue the wanna test you
Put you on the spot for that bull you talked
my nigga Whisper went up in your house
And then you ate like a little bitch mouse
And I seen you fly, deep into the night
I be like Lil One, so mothafuck might
I came to put it down, wipe the from the ground
Don't even got an attitude but to be rude
Finally I send those to be foes
To other level, you can't fuck with the devil

[Chorus: Mr. One]
I got you bitch mothafuckas a [shaken]
All up in boots cause their fakin [fakin]
Listen to the shit we be makin [makin]
Evil like that mothafucka Satin

Got you bitch mothafuckas a [shaken]
All up in boots cause their fakin [fakin]
Listen to the shit we be makin [makin]
Evil that mothafucka Satin [Satin]

[Mr.
It's the shadow of death here to take your last breath
Now you're hopeless, I'm hittin with my lokness
Hokus pokus, I'm deadly a stroke is
Mentally abuse all them fools when I flow
Nemesis, makin of this cause you're envious
The Mistah makin mothafuckas pray like a
I'll blitz ya, never hesitating I'm rushin
I'll ya seein stars like the flag of the Russians
Concussion, no gettin up full of blood clots
I must turn my soul competition dust
A no mothafucka but myself fuck tomorrow
If ass only knew all the days I let you borrow
The sorrow that I cause makes your life forever
I knew it from the git cause I read in the
And now you hear me
Like the witch did the craft
Rap Devils on the loose fools up in the past

With no hesitation these holes up in your dome
It's the of GPA and I'm always packin a microphone
Just like a gavel when I be bangin up in these
You better not get slippin
Like a rhyme ass will meet defeat
Hey Little, who the to second guess our flows
I hope it ain't your crew, I'm a bomb at your front door
Along with a note some wires a and dynamite
30 seconds to ignite I'm seein flash backs of life
Fool, I'm lettin it be known I'm takin every personal
In the streets you play for keeps, I'm ready to your ass a funeral
I'm used to kickin my style I maybe the sharpest on top of the
You asked me to some shit I'm entering in and I defile
Any thing you have in mind, I'm kickin my
Just my time, look and you'll find
And you'll decide whether or not the truth's
You heard it come me, should be no other way
Fuck the Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day