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Lyrics
All was freestyled, i just wrote down as i heard it back to myself.
P.H. Mad Cause I Make Them Stutter On Text
Mad Cause Rookies See Dem As Second Best
I Spit Bullets That Burn Thru Their Vest
We Attack Birds, Hit Home, At They Nests
When They Touch Cocks, They Callin It File Share
I'm Leavin Em Exposed Like Paris On Vanity Fair
Im Sayin Things That Killers Wouldn't Dare
Theyve Awoke The Wrath, So I Maul Em Like A Bear
Whats It Gonna Take, To Get My Message Across
Peerless Heightz Just Four Fags With No Boss
They Fight Over Who Takes The Next NFO Loss
They First Up When Someone Needs They Salad Tossed
D1 Does Text Cause It Looks Like Fabio
Even Though He Sounds Like A Fat Girl On Audio
Conwells Faker Than Fake, Who Rookies Despise
Legal There Ain't Much To Say, Hes Full Of Lies
It Aint Much, To DisMantle A Bunch
Of Rookies And Take The Beef Out They Bagged Lunch
Im Quick To Start Shit And Throw a Punch
Truth best on the come up, it aint no hunch
Listen up, White Nerds Claimin To Be So-Hood
Naw..Neps Got It Twisted, P.H. Is No-Good
They Begin Every Verse With I Wish I Could
Be Half As Good As N.F.O...Danm They So-Good
Kickin Freestyles These Niggas Start To Cry
Conwell And Legal Have Recently Both Turned BI
They Claim their Straight, But U Can Read The Lies
They Ride Each Others Dick, And Call it Rap-69
Outro:
It's The Return Of The Greatest
We Back On The Mic, You Can Love It Or Hate It
Back Wit N.F.O, Back Wit Da Family
Our Dynasty Never Dies, We Aint Ya Average Team
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