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Assassin
Assassin
Yeah
Assassin
Assassin
Assassin
I slang these hot rocks out of my talk box
You are not rap, get back to your dope spot
I map out the proper words, rap urban, rap superb
Rap my life on 33 and the 3rd
Chase infinity, drink Guinness and Hennessy
Smoke Dutchies and kinji weed, spark my street ministry
I hold several pounds of pressure
Me and my dogs out to get you laid out on the stretcher
Yo, yo, yo
I dust on infrared, this seal lag cannabis
Corona ville, caught on the hill with Los Angeles
It's once again, lower the hope, a Navy A3
Take three hits of the dro and fast to be real
Dope flow, tonight's Westside my calico
I illuminate, light grow life through stereo
It's fine line, Cali green slow, fuckin' with no mo'
I show blow bullets and blast you with the four-four
Steppin' to the line of fire, never killin' your team
Steppin' to the line of fire, never killin' your team
Steppin' to the line of fire, never killin' your team
Steppin' to the line of fire, never killin' your team
Without my beam, speed bumps makes my heat swing
Still my aim sweet like Krispy Kreme
Velour vicious, twamp sacks blew 'em on the benches
Dinosaur dick up in his bitches
Mugs laced it, D's couldn't trace it
With diesel thugs, Avirex are basic
Cal State matrix, fake nigga wore Asics
Pussy four up in his basement
Dro twist up in the tar black Lotus
We keep the narcs spinnin' overs with notches
Arachnid man, we worldwide webs like spider.com
Don't rock Sean John, pop Chandon
Whoever sit in fine lines got pom-poms
'Cause real men don't play in the WNBA
Women sayin' we pray, that's to the mantis
I spit the state California then raise Atlantis
Man man is music, riddle to speak
Speak with a square compass like the Fraternal Order of Greeks
Steppin' to the line of fire, never killin' your team
Steppin' to the line of fire, never killin' your team
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