Out The Frame (feat. Havoc)

The Alchemist

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    Get your fucking paper now that’s the math
    Promote these motherfuckers, can’t even add
    So I expect nothing less from them
    When the hate come you can dish it out but just be ready to take one
    Head shot, body shot, get your shit filled
    Like a cavity my hammer like the dentist drill
    No novacaine, feeling all the pain
    Watch you squeal and squirm, but they never learn
    Till a man is down and not on his luck
    On his fucking back, soul rising up
    To the heavens to the essense wherever they go
    I don’t give a fuck, that nigga had to go
    Now send you home but the fuck up out of here
    Only thing I sheded for them alligator tears
    Motherfuckers always screaming this is our year
    Yeah, yeah motherfucker said it last year

    We popping off the first time you get told
    We play no games, no more games
    That shit dead so move along ‘fore you get your ass torn
    Straight out the frame, out the frame
    Filled with lead

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    If it’s not about the paper then what its about?
    That’s the only thing you talkin' than making it count
    As the world spin getting headspins
    I’m laid back, she wanna bring her best friend
    After this it's to the grind like I never left it
    First to wake you niggas moving like you narcoleptic
    To each his own but be ready for the rude awake
    Middle of the night niggas putting two in your face
    Catchin' a new case is the struggle it lasted longer
    Gotta keep it pushing, don’t kill you it make you stronger
    The formula avoid the coroner
    Paper stash you make more of it
    Keep the hammer on you try your best not to get caught with it
    All strategic moves all my niggas official
    How it feel when you feel it going through your tissue
    Try to tell these clowns I ain't for the fucking circus
    Dead you niggas get my money that’s my sole purpose

    We popping off the first time you get told
    We play no games, no more games
    That shit dead so move along ‘fore you get your ass torn
    Straight out the frame, out the frame
    Filled with lead

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    Composition: The Alchemist

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