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Strung Out Kill Your Scene

real again. It's all not so bad. I see you under there, hiding down underneath your eyes. Show yourself, and kill your scene, you are your worst enemy

again. It's all not so bad. I see you under there, hiding down underneath your eyes. Show yourself, and kill your scene, you are your worst enemy. Only

lip But I got somethin to kill that, though I'm a real rap pro, bad bro, so now you know (The TR 808) (Straight, straight from the Bronx) [VERSE 2] Now back to the scene

out now. Uh, check it out now Peep the love letter. Check it out now Check it out now. Out on a limb Check it out now. Solo Christo. Check it out now

Biggie Put your hands up Now I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers when they scrappin' Blast and watch em' back up Notorious biggie killer

his crew, wait (Was he undisputed and moving weight?) Nah, he was more like a cruiser weight But where he at? (He called in hollering he'd be a little late) (Hung over, strung

the squares don't understand You let 'em tell you what to say and what to write Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow night Rap from your heart, and your

swarming flow overflowing like it's global warming I flood the market out I'm over your head now roll the carpet out the droughts over and dead now when I kill

, she's strung out on coke So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!"