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[Intro: Beretta 9 (Lord Superb)]
Aiyo, in the place to be
Be B-E-R-E-Double T-A N-I-N-E
Aiyo, check it
(Aiyo yo yo aiyo yo yo
Lord Superb up in this sh** too)
[Beretta 9]
Aiyo check it
We super-precede that that, recede that
Might need that, take that b**h
Won't give it back, no, time is of the essence
Rap murder fashion on parking lot cypher
When I go first, go last
When I'm aimin' a, heatseeker projectile
Missile, comin' off all MC's, X-File
Mingle with the mangler, mic cord strangler
Hangin' with B9 is like you better hang it up b**h
Off the hitman, either dig it and dug, or get dug in
Shot the club, got a snub in
Dare one of ya'll come test this
Check one out opponent, and the next on my list is..
[Interlude: Lord Superb]
Nobody, it's 'Perb, yo, yo
Yo, I ain't wanna do it to ya'll but f** it, yo
[Lord Superb]
Superb, I'm a muthaf**in' risk to rap
Step in the game like, "this is rap?"
I thought this sh** was this and that
This game ain't jack, I'm about to go plat
This verse right here, I'm wreck this sh**
As for the album, I'mma perfect this sh**
In a cla** by myself, I ain't next to sh**
Had to get out the hood, them projects ain't sh**
Want an 8-series Benz, a Lex ain't sh**
And my one chain truck j**elry, ya'll necks ain't sh**
We could, spit it for mills or spit it for deals
When it's over, we gon' see who spit it for real
I battle you for your b**h, we could battle for your moms
I k** you with a rhyme I wrote with no arms
If L.L.'s the G.O.A.T., Greatest of All Times
I'm the G.O.A.S., Greatest on All Sides
East side, West side, North side, South side
I spit murder so much, my muthaf**in' mouth wide
[Beretta 9]
Brought my most in my heart, kid, don't fall victim
Blood type 0, I got a rare condition
Two beretta nine's in my aim's, so b**hin'
Lick two shots, you caught two for flinchin'
A bad muthaf**a, stayed in detention
A smart muthaf**a, this is my invention
I eat a s**a n***a, that's why I stay sh**tin'
[Hell Razah]
My level get higher every time you inchin'
[Chorus 2X: Hell Razah]
Crack the Gray Goose and roll the Dutches
All my street hustlers, in the game and we ain't puppets
n***as hate it but the chicks love it
Look at the a** rubbin, we go to clubs with the gat tucked in
[Hell Razah]
When I spaz I spaz, we in the days where it's Digital cash
Leave artists with no vocal chords, like a giraffe
Hydro bag, mixed with Morocco hash
With a mind like Ramadan, I think too fast
I burn through studio booths and fiber gla**
Slap a chick on the a** and make her pay for the tab
Get the keys, roll the weed before we hopped in the Jag
Ya'll junior varsity players can't get off the bench
Hit a nza with this wrench and fulfill the suspense
One flinch, I'm on point like a barbwire fence
[Chorus]