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Another Victory

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Get ready motherfuckers!

You can`t fuck with the [spanish]
Please no interruptions
Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun
Like my rag top six-five
Smash you with the switches
The hitch is, you`re gettin too big for your britches
Why you runnin like bitches
With your tail up, I`m the thug pirate
Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what
You want this joint, suck it inhale nut
Niggas are feelin` this track in Braile, huh
We`re grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what
You understand, immitators gotta bail up
To all the males and females gangin` up
All on my cell phone talkin` shit, hangin` up
I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up
Slangin` cuts

Chorus:

Your squad against mine
You`re minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard
Another Victory

I slay rappers with precision
I got vision like Anakin
You panicin` I`m leavin you stiffer than a mannequin
My high lyrics constantly brain damagin`
Brandishin` a fire arm, still managin`
Hurt niggas, bandagin` who give my lyrics
That play like a mandalin
I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin`
I kill flows on tracks who abandonin`
I eat you like pussy, then take a sample,
Then spit fire in the places you standin` in
I take a fool to the Hill
Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin`
Now I see your whole brain`s scramblin`
Don`t like what you hear, change the channel then nigga

Chorus

I spark cells of a rhythm
You best listen, get it over with
Stolen shit, rollin it, Cypress ownin` it
Bitin` niggas clonin it,
I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin` it
Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it
Your body`s on the floor, head got a hole in it
The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin` it
You still fuckin` but your wack, ain`t throwin` it
Stepped in shit, now your chillin` all alone in it
Head full of hair, still ain`t combin` it
Five child in the world who`s ropin` it
Never know if i`m high or i`m throwin` shit
I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit
I`m the owner of the fat joint you rollin` with, bitch

Chorus

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