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Da Beginning of Da End Lyrics

[Rock]
I rep Hel', fresh out of jail, Brownsville scheming
Ya'll wanna see me up north, but I'm down the hill creeping
n***** keeping and keeping they beef, wit they cops still singing
I'm getting my gwop, still eating
Loudest one in the flock, still street, pass me the pot, I'm still c***f
And I'm pacing over you, just a thief on the weekend
Beef with me, into you bleeding and hit with some feces
Sucker MC's, sucker MC, when they run wit they feet, b******
Well, kinda, big Rock's tougher than leather
Wit slum to get set up, he's dumping forever
The king of pot, there is none higher
You nickel bag smoker, need to call me sire
With Reggie Miller to the Isaac Hayes, straight fire
Who said it, just ight, this b**** a liar
I'm fixing to Ike her, I gets it rock and ready rock
Filled wit the Rock, not guilty, y'all feel me

[Sean Price]
I carry a gun, pa, Marbury your thunder
Switchblade, b**** made, n***** like Un God
All white Nikes wit a knife to cut krills
Turn a dead b*** like Buffie, bring back pocket of bills
I ain't got mills, but I got a couple of thou'
I ain't got a gun, but I bet I f*** you up now
f****** with I, have you n***** touching the sky
Wings on your back, Kanye singing the track
Slinging my crack, m****f****, shopping a demo
I pop at your temple, m****f**** sing about that
Listen, f*** a hip hop, I take ya wrist watch
Put the gun to your tongue and make you lick shots
Make a pit stop, by the p*** spot
You wanna take a pull? You can kick rocks
[Rock]
I'm like that's not a gun, this is a gun, we?
Who wanna rumble with me ol' Rockadile Dundee
I rule the underground, I'm Pimp C, Bun B
Lord Jazz Do-It-All and Mr. Funkee
Mr. b**my FlyJab, some of ya'll mad
I can scrape up one twenty five cash
I had too much dirt to double you n*****
Nothing in the world was gon' keep me from crushing you b******
[Sean Price]
Yeah two in your dome rhyme, funeral home time
Announce death to you, I'm Phil Rizzuto with mine
This Puerto Rican b**** called me papi chulo, but I'm
Not with the gwala s***, fill the hollow tip in the nine, I'm
Nice with a nine, I'm nice with the rhyme
52 block will snot box, right in his prime
Line for line, top five dead or alive
Two of them dead, and soon as the other three die
I'm number one!
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