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From the day you're born... till the day you die

If you're one of the poor ones, you just gotta work hard, you know what I mean

A lot of pain, lot of sorrow, blood, sweat and tears



[Verse 1]

I'm like a one man crew, a one man clique

Iceberg Slick, sick like horror flicks

I put a burner on a heat when I [?] the street

Nickel-plated poetry mad deep

The intellect interacts with raps

Cartel rocks well, baby, I'm strapped with gats

Yo son, had to bounce cos the block was scorchin

I'm camouflaged down like a Soldier Of Fortune

I paralyze your mindstate

Then crush your egg frame and watch your whole body break

Look at yo' broke-ass clique on the corner

Talkin shit about a nigga cos he does what he wanna

Cousin, pull the record back counter-clock wise

K-Def got the spliff lit spinnin with the red eye

That's from all the lye he smoke

Yo loc, time to go, Larry-O slit your throat

Just for runnin your mouth you gots to fall

Chill dog, no need to speedball

I got everything under control

Got the coke and a smoke, and we about to roll



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[Verse 2]

When the Real Live arrive y'all motherfuckers slept and slipped

They slept on the architect of wreck

The nigga with the lucci, coochie, clothes

The sniper with a rifle fuckin up foes

Seriously, not deliriously

Son, you could be missin mysteriously

Guns run through my crew like animals in a zoo

Flippin coats, sippin Moët with nothing to do

Karate niggaz, crushin niggaz for big figures

They pay the price to wear ice

You rollin with scared dice

The streets got no room, saturated with tools

I been a major player since niggaz were smokin Kools

A mad felon breakin bread where murderers dwellin

In the realm of chaos, duke, my pockets be swellin

I don't know how to act, a 12 pack plus 20 sack

Put a big fat motherfucker on his back

Now understand, the man has stacked many grand

And remain king, I count it till my hands turn green

But I watch my back and keep my head to the sky

From the day I was born till I die

Motherfucker



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[Verse 3]

A thug recruiter, sparkin Buddha, rap tutor

Celo sharp shooter, got code crack reports in computers

Discussin money makin moves, you dig

With thug milionaires, entrepreneurs and the big wigs

But now we lace hit after hit

Bangin niggaz for real on some Real Live legit shit

The motherfucking pinnacle of lyrical

The eye of the storm, hoes be soft and warm

Plus thick, the Rolex watch he had was slick

Took it to the crib piece, hit her with the

"Did you know my lifestyle was wild?" broke niggaz-profile

You can fool 'em bitch niggaz, pussy, I know your style

With excellent individual evidence of bein true to the game

Regardless of fame, countless G's, oz's, trees, ki's

Please give up your quest, you up against the best motherfucker you ever seen

While I continue to amaze with a phrase that's mean

And when we put the shit together we was definitely high

From the day I was born till I die

Motherfucker