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The Source Five Steps

(rage) End of conversation It smashed my perfect views The stage I act upon's a bomb I'll only light the fuse (denial) There is no way I'll find my

New York city... I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip Your lost, that means you way off course No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source I

gangster step [Knoc] Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! Night and day [Knoc] Sraight up (what?) [S-Dog] Welcome players we'll gangster step

Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd One at Clark, one at Spelman Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when he step off in the

whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down Underneath the white T lies the four pound This is forty-five minutes of menacing Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping

the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest And if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death Five mics in The Source? Ain't holdin my fuckin

what? I'm a bad, bad man Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips The five-foot assassin has just

a fly boy, nigga, my chain worth thousand grands, nigga That's twenty thousand karats, nigga, step your game up That's why your chain ain't up, nigga The four five

knickknacks Composing musical stimpacks that impacts the song Crack the motor what you think you rapping for? I used to be a mech soldier but I didn't respect orders I had to step