MARKED FOR DELETION - Spit (Duplicate) lyrics

[Verse 1: AG] You know we got it sewn for now Cause I throws it down Plus I'm frozen down with a golden sound Where that lye at? I blow blunt backwards n***a try that That expose these high acts To my rap when my gat blow I's more than just about rap Strong hold a giant and his fam I doubt that gonna make cats flip with or without rap But still makin' hits n***a where your mouth at? How's that? Bounce the track with a rap I doubt you pack I'm straight up motherf** yo cats is out the back I must confess I smoke bless Blessed to make to the loot investin' my troops And holdin' my rests known for chest in arrest Home alone with some dame Name the weed Sharon cause I'm stone I rock the five the dire The next stop is the money train See me in the Range then you know that the money came [Verse 2: AG] Want to be blown retarded I got a jones for dollars And if you known what I know you'll say 'those n***as hit the hardest' Roll with known robbers but still burn scholar With PhDs my degrees is 360 Merked off in the zero that follows the 50 I believe i can fly even higher than these trees get me I brought the desert E's with me With more clips than a bag of roaches I'm mad explosive Keep watchin' y'all fowl like judges in boxin' Out fox'em you better hold your head it's not an option Exel on the spot You're shell shocked I show n***as first it was a catch and kiss Now n***a catch a dick Like 62 grams I flip quick A brick couldn't slow me down Cause only I hold me down Now these hoes change faces They want to stroke me now Cause they know its me but my next move is to get O.U.T' [Verse 3] A-yo in God's name I grab mics and create flames And blaze sh** leave 'em in amazement with basics Face it, I'm the dopest in here Checking for the second baddest b**h Cause the first is who I came with I peeped 'em fiending, to Roc Raida, play it again We got 'em leaning, like some D that's rated a ten You sport the ice and rock the Rolie I done that But here's a j**el a n***a once told me Run that! It's real feeling steel on your back Listen closely now I tote gats for sh** like that On the rise to the top, they wanna take what we got But Allah is the master planner so let's plot n***a front like my sh** ain't hot, I go bananas Similar to Scanners on some unidentified sh** So peep the livest, don't sleep cause I don't like surprises The Bronx got more stripes than tigers