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TC Records Grand Agent, take three
Why y'all killin' the game so hard?
Nah, I'm sayin' though
We ain't even on it like that, boss
This what had happened
See, we just killin' the lames
Who got caught up in the game
And the game got fixed, caught up in the mix
That's all (For real)
I'm on some death to the wack MCs
Death to the wack MCs
Death to the wack MCs (Check out the good)
Death to the wack MCs
I might slaughter house two
Sixteen years later, bought a house too
Sixteen's paid for it
No way to find out
How many joints I'ma grind out 'til I'm logged off and signed out
My grizzly is still my grizzly
My grind is still my gravy, real crazy
Through the magic of digital editing
A brother got his hook sounding better than ever, man
And I still don't need your features
I rise on charts like yeast on Easter
My mic is movie film, condense stories
Three ten of humor, I do it in two forty
And every little detail is still there
Damn right I'm a bull, the market is still bare
Careers will end here tonight
It's no mystery, murder's in the air tonight
And the mood is righteous for a rap killing
Last thing we need now is a black villain
But I guess what they say is true
Taste one and know one
You gots to go, son, you're through
Death to the wack MCs
Death to the wack MCs
Death to the wack MCs
Death to the wack MCs
Why y'all killin' the game so hard?
Nah, I'm sayin' though
We ain't even on it like that, boss
This what had happened
See, we just killin' the lames
Who got caught up in the game
And the game got fixed, caught up in the mix
That's all (For real)
I'm on some
Manslaughter, put him in yoke and snap his neck
Camcorder, film it and put it on the net