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The closest. Uh. S Dub. Yeah. Red Eye. Thorough track. They don't like me, but I don't Give a fuck about that. Put a slug in your mug, you could die Like a rat. They callin' me OG, but I Ain't old yet. In my prime and I still Put pressure on your set. I'm a '90s nigga, try to find me, Nigga. Hard to line me, nigga, one slip, You dead. You do this shit for the name, I do this shit and get away. Won't hit no old ladies, run up on you And spray. Gangsta shit, ain't no fun though, I'm lookin' for the one though. That I can catch a room with and have My way. Small criminal, bullshit to a minimal. Do some shit to me I won't ever forget. I'll be back like a boomerang, it's a Capricorn Thing. Memory like an elephant, let my trunk hang. Yeah, yeah. And my tusks bang, give a fuck, Man. What you rep and what you claim, feel The pain. Rap lames feel the pain, your style So plain. These bars are heroin, tap into your Vein. Nod out when our song's out, tracks in Your arm. Kept comin' back, now your cash all Gone. Rap lames feel the pain, your style so Plain. These bars are heroin, tap into your vein. Nod out when our song's out, tracks in your Arm. Kept comin' back, now your cash all gone. Walk through the Garden of Eden, my skin's hardened From bleedin'. For no other reason than seasonin' Hood treason. Ate the apple off the tree and Started schemin' with the heart of a demon. And squirted semen on girls, this perv demon. Soul of a lion, no matter how hard, I'll Stay tryin'. These bitches keep dressin' like doves And stay denyin'. So who that cap fits? Let them wear it. And if that cap spits Clips, beware that your head don't split. Don't dare compare us or like and dislikin'. That pussycat writin' that you find so excitin'. Hit the block like jackhammers, I lift it up The blacktop. Hopscotch, with a gun in my hand, It's a jump shot. Wait, stop, N-Y-O-I-L, Cellar Slayer. I pray that you lay in Hell. Fools get enlightened at the end, they see the Light. And when the lighter starts to lighten, the Dark's more excitin', what's real? Feel the pain, your style so plain. These bars are heroin, tap into your vein. Nod out when our song's out, tracks in your Arm. Kept comin' back, now your cash all gone. Rap lames feel the pain, your style so plain. These bars are heroin, tap into your vein. Nod out when our song's out, tracks in your Arm. Kept comin' back, now your cash all gone. Act a fool, takin' y'all back to school. Hanna-Barbera the way that I mash the tools. Swear on a brother, tell 'em that my craft Is boom. Classic jewels I drop bring the masses, Fool. Checkmatin' 'em with half the moves, The champ is who? Red Eye in the booth With a bag of shrooms. Totally gone like cowabunga, dude. Comfortable on tracks like Unsedew. Hunts your crew, MCs ain't comin' for me. This got to be that fire to the top Degree. Burn y'all like a bong of trees, I beef with broccoli. Beat style on 'em, but it's not for free. Double it up, let it all ride on me. I ride the beat like a McLaren driver's seat. Ride with me, my real niggas ride or die. But excuse me as I kiss the sky. Rap lames feel the pain, your style so plain. These bars are heroin, tap into your vein. Nod out when our song's out, tracks in your Arm. Kept comin' back, now your cash all gone. Rap lames feel the pain, your style so plain. These bars are heroin, tap into your vein. Nod out when our song's out, tracks in your Arm. Kept comin' back, now your cash all gone.