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Uh, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Manmade terror Hungry jaws of death Y'all don't cross my depths I'll pause your breaths I cause you to sink down forty thousand leagues Bleeding to death with no arms and short sleeves My world's deep blue Killers gotta eat too Looking for human flesh to rip my teeth through Other fish in the sea but Barracudas ain't equal To a half human predator created by a needle Jet black eyes baby they stare while you sleep When your Titanic sinks I'm the one you gon' meet Hearing terrified screams they surround my team All you see is trails of blood Even God won't intervene Nightmares of darkness My apetite is heartless Even if we related, you eliminated regardless In the deep blue, underwater walls Half man, half shark My jaws don't fall Our Father who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Killers sworn to beast Swallowed them in flames They switched my DNA Trip me into Cool J I can't fight the feeling I'm born to kill prey To survive an attack There's only one way Battle to the death That's how sharks play Weapons left behind We dueling with the mind You blind, crippled, or crazy You're real easy to find Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat Getting the lap dance while I smash through your boat Eat your whole fam Nothing left but a right hand Clinging to a rail Escape, attempts fail You'll never make it home Tear the flesh off your bone Walking in undercurrents is a dangerous zone I'm talking death out |
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| 2:39 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:11 |
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| 4. |
| 4:22 |
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| 5. |
| 5:16 |
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Yo, yo What, what Wanna bounce? Come on, come on What, what Bounce, bounce Check it out y'all Yo, you see the Benz I'm in, with BBS rims Playing Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins I ain't a player, I just wear Tims No need for gators, my feet can't swim I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena colada How many niggas can see Montanna? This movie's killin' and budgin' Women love me in polo jeans and rugbys You can hate it or love it, imiatate it or dub it Compared to us, niggas ain't nuttin' It's funny how niggas get paid for frontin' Glorifying crimes, and they ain't done 'em My rhymes'll split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin' I'm not a baller, haven't even lived it Women callin', since my days in the crib crawlin' I plan to live enormous I live nike dunks, icey chunks A fly wifey I can trust Not that she gon' wanna hesit me for re-up I might be, Iron Mike if you try to entice me I say this politely, tell it to a friend Hard from the start, get money to the end What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Leanin' in the BM with the rim's gleamin' Mega gonna hold his own He always knew he could do it alone And when he rhymes Everybody's gonna know Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest chicks And any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as nice as this See me chillin' in clubs with women and thugs Whoever wanna test this, we fill 'em with slugs My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes usually sickenin' Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening? Pimps, I bust 'em, nigg |
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| 3:51 |
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| 3:43 |
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] Most thugz front when they get the change (say what) Some thugz hit the blunt when they get to state (say what) Like thugz that make cheddar then they make plans [ ] I cool J N.Y. two K rule milleniums with my compadres They toungue slay with really nothing to say They pack guns but I stack one's I'm second to none my hot streak's just begun uh You wanna bring beef you got to serve it well done You ran the wrong way now you living on the run Not some, each one are bums, everyone Coughed up a lung became my son, planes, I brung, platinum weighs a ton Heavy on the chest, I pity all the rest, I put em to the test, I spit it like I'm blessed I testify, I have no need to lie, I buried many, still many wanna die I zone out crazy, staring don't faze me, got yo whole strategy s , It's full daisy [ ] [ ] Clap, reload, clap, reload, got yo pegion sittin in my lap, E-X Plode Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat, cause once you cross over baby ain't no coming back Believe that, I blows when I hit that, shop till I get that, never mind a setback No time to wet that, a lyrical hi-jack, you don't wanna try that Creep with my Cd, don't let em know you buy that Wanted a snitch, one in a whip with the Lo-Jack, callin 9-1-1 to get the L L back O-Ri-Ginal bells L L, rock em till the fell, competiton bail Look like Mitch Green when Mike had him swell Wrote all them rhymes, and never gon sell Meanwhile I'm counting prezzies in the tel And in meanwhile I throw my baby in Chanel [ ] [ ] Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on Layin low to catch you on stage, so I could run on Matta of fact you not my level, I throw my son on Mission is complete, technique is unique, uh, defeat, the rhyme weak Yo mind a deep weak, you wanna make beats and give Jeeps the creeps Even if you walking wit yo walkman in the streeta, acted gassed up, but you really on E How you coutin yo papaer kid witout a G.E.D Slow down let me do my thing now hold up Maybe that's the reason you streesed, quick to roll up Put the L down, pick the other L. L. up Maybe we can straighten this out before it's toe up Watch me closely, (Boom Boom) I'ma blow up Spend the whole rest of my life, stacking doe up [ ] Whoo, Bennie Bigs you hot with this one dog... .....talking untill end |
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| 4:27 |
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| 5:15 |
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| 3:27 |
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| 3:50 |
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