Mossberg Solution

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    Let it be known we too much for these underclassmen
    Fuck the lights, fuck the cameras, I want the action
    I want in on anything that can get me money
    For the root of evil watch how I get ugly
    Completely famished, hungry is an understatement
    That's real talk, my words they under investigation
    I'm never hesitating, too much time is wasting
    I ain't half-baked, my brain is never vegetating
    Everybody wanna rap, gotta regulate em
    Thou shall not spit in my presence, that is my legislation
    Constant elevation, constant steady pacing
    Deadly melodies, deadly combinations
    MCs nowadays heavy population
    Too many hard-looks, we gotta rock their face in
    I ain't no Indian, homie I'm a chief rocka
    Goodfella capo, put you in a meat locker

    We ain't going nowhere, locked and loaded in here
    We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near
    We ain't going nowhere, locked and loaded in here
    We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near

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    December's unholy so cherish the sun slowly
    The pharaoh inside of a narrow grave, you can't control me
    If I die nobody hold me, my body would rather be lonely
    My soul is in purgatory waiting for Satan to scold me
    If I had to go back into the old me
    I'd be depressed and distraught from all of the OE
    I'd rather take a fucking shot of that Cognac
    Y'all niggas is bottom-feeders, the rest of y'all below that
    Pharaoh clique man we deep like the Wu was
    Or really like the Wu is but we be the new buzz
    A few drugs got you niggas all gassed up
    MP3s are like M-16s after they pass us
    Ask for us, Outerspace we salute y'all
    Only fuck with fam cause y'all be acting all RuPaul
    My niggas rugged, we carry Louisville Sluggers
    And we claiming outerspace, ain't a fucking soul above us nigga

    We ain't going nowhere, locked and loaded in here
    We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near
    We ain't going nowhere, locked and loaded in here
    We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near

    I'm a do what I gotta do to get the gwap
    And if it's daylight and kids is out I wet their block
    Young boys, no respect, they will get their pop
    I'm a G, I'm polite, let me get that ahk (break bread god)
    My head wrapped like the Iron Sheik
    And the Desert E have your wig peeled like tires screeching
    The bullet holes have you dying leaking
    My beat's savage, it speaks Spanish like I was Rican
    Y'all last like y'all was culo
    Son chill all of y'all grill like
    Guns big like they was sumo
    Let em bang, I let em hang like they Arturo (Blood and guts warrior baby)
    I don't call it haze, I call it smog
    The drug is white girl and I ain't talking Lady Gog
    Motherfucker I'm nice at mine, y'all nice at yours?
    The difference is like Nike 4s and Michael Kors

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    Composition: M. Albaladejo, M. Collazo, and V. Luviner

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