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Текст песни Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Lyrical Wizardry

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(Kleptomaniac)Lyrical wizardry dances on MC`s like Murray on SC`sNever flaunt, now motherfuckers come test meBurnin everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican partiesFar from angels, niggas can`t see me like CharlieStyle weak? Hardly!Don`t let the wacked persue you like MarleyJM clique moves in packs like whities on HarleysNiggas get injured, fucked do` in 40 fingersGot bitches by bike bar bussin Glocks off a` niggasKlep don`t give three shits to flip scriptsMiss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboardswit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test meshit gets messy, bustin .38 specioutta paper bags like Joe PesciYo, you know the tuneMake sure bitches don`t eat when it`s time to shit out them coke balloonsBalked up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown ladiesbustin .380`s outta E Class Mercedes(Hurry the fuck up bitchm, get on!)(Fuck you motherfucker let me out this L)(There they go right there, dot them niggas)(Motherfuckers!! *gun shots*)MC`s get cut like glass, cut like glassRag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat assWho wanna get broke the fuck up? Tell me!Freakin vocabulary like Chinese and spelling beesT-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-esThe nicest, Jesus Christ-esJunior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torsoBullets evacuated out windowsFrom Hekkyl and Coch, P7 inmatesExtra .380 on a string `round my neck cos feds check the waistNo time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next breakHeads are clockin, private eyes are watchinNigga caught up in the hustleFuck flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings I bubbleTrouble`s what I look for in stores on expensive floorsBeeling boots is essence, bookin Pelle`s in my drawersArmani, Gianni Versace, V2lost count o` all the little sections me and mans ran thruIt ain`t hard to discard cans of mace on guardsleave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a fuckin retardLyrically I come off like ink alarmsGot styles under the wing like spread is booked under my armsNiggas couldn`t see me with closed circuit TVtryin to peep my steez, like DT`s I get over like I`m fifteen(Hey, you`re not fifteen)I`m fifteen, what?(What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?)Fuck you! Soundin like that nigga from Night CourtLoose my cuffs I`m outta here!MC`s be fake like toupes so I transplantImplant my fist to their face makin their skin redSoundwaves disrupted, they fucked, kidAirholes bloody rupted but that ain`t nuttinThe best is yet to comeMC`s get strung like heads on drumsThey don`t be knowin what I`m knowinFlowin like I`m flowinMakin motherfuckers take nose dives like 747 BoeingsObnoxious beef`s squashes face-to-faceNiggas get wet up like Alasha`s on Klep`s placeThru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimesSick minds don`t care, rockin parties from front to rearBrains engulfed by ferocious ???runnin up on Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroformsLivin in a world where you do what you mustIf preachers be robbin niggas who the fuck can you trust?

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