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Direct Hit 5

Sure, he's got some time for another He's saying lots, but I don't think he's talking yet Turn up the watts, move the cable to the lower body Then I'

You've gotta stay away - I got a voice inside my head that doesn't wanna play with you tonight No, my calendar's blocked off for days - Just him and

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yo, which muthaphucka stole my flow Eenie, meenie, miney, mo Throw that type of nigga right out my window Blast your ass hit you with my direct

[Royce Da 5'9'] Ryan's a homocidal misfit I write the solution of biophysics On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics This my admission to having

what?) Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers with a deathwish, thinkin I'm the nigga to mess with Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt

re about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret, right by the nuts A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5

Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxy Animal, watch me if you think it's tangible, stop me But then I hit 'em with a flow,

should been platinum Or at least should gone gold, but I ain't So I got to keep my soldiers on the street, so we can eat Hey this program's directed

a killa with me as I pass the nine Don't be a weak muthafucka, get your brain on strap Hit the blunt one more time 'fore we hit the gat Got to dis '