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Lyrics
Hook:
I'm stronger than your strongest plus that
Anything you done did, I done did, plus that
The strong will survive, dead or alive.
Respect over fame- they remember the name.
'Cause I'm stronger-
Stronger when I'm low, stronger when I'm high.
Stronger if I died, stronger if I lived.
You could never master what I do 'cause I'm stronger than you.
You a fool to pursue, 'cause I'm stronger.
Verse One:
Who you know better than me that go so strong, go so hard.
I'm out of my brain, yes insane, somebody better get a chain.
I'm out of my seat, I'm off my rocker, yes they call me the Chief Rocker.
I get it poppin', Redenbacher, and the game is my locker.
So, I bless you with a verse and the flow of the century.
Wait, let me send a shout out to all of my enemies.
Who attack like they killer bees.. really they ain't fazing me.
I see you taking shots, but your bullets ain't grazing me.
So, I'm a take this ball and I'ma smash it out in left field.
Ya'll ain't never been right, my style always been tight,
and ya style i sloose like a prostitute, ten years in.
That's why when there's beef, I ain't got a problem going in.
Now ya'll committing the sin, going against the greatest.
My punchlines hit hard, make you wanna replay this.
I say this, not because it's me, 'cause it's the truth.
I spit flames, n***as, you would think a dragon's in the booth.
(Hook)
Verse Two:
I gotta pick up where I left off, 'cause I just can't stop now.
Pick you up, drop you off- Greyhound bus when I spit rounds.
So, what are you gonna do when a n***a come round
with a nine that will spit rounds in a four pound.
If you're gonna get down with the get down know how to throw down.
That's word to g-town.
Whoa, gotta slow down, 'cause I'm on my fly kick.
Money's in the building, you can tell by my fly kicks.
Strength is in my blood, and it's bubbling like soap suds.
Back rubs, jacuzzis, freeziing in hot tubs.
Never going down, 'cause I stay on the top floor.
Haters want the fire, so give them what they asking for.
I could never ask for more, the love and the hate.
Everyone participate, Hey, I'm eating- grab a dinner plate.
And I'm never late, I'm on time like it's pay day.
No association, we don't give a care what they say.
I'm winning everyday- get the suckers out of my way.
It's always a good day, even with the AK
(Hook)
Verse Three:
Call me Sampson, I'm taking lions down.
Homie, no clown, I'm not playing with you suckas now.
Scoring everytime, I don't even need a first down.
Maggie on my hip, like a western showdown.
Now, get ya playing hand right.
I'm the king of clubs, I'ma keep it poppin' all night.
but the strength is not in my nine, it's in my pen.
And the heart don't come from a rhyme, it's from within.
'cause I'm stronger than these lames and cowards in the streets.
Call me Sire, little pawn, when you bow to my sneaks.
So keep it on the low, real quiet and discreet.
You sucker never had a chance, going against elite.
Geeze, please, I'm all about my cheese.
You n***as ain't hot, just blowing hot steam.
I'm always in the game- like EA.
I don't snort the coke, but I still give you gunplay.
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