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money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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[large professor] |
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Listen |
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You get upset, when you hear the large professor |
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On your girl's cassette, deck, expect |
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Nothin comin soft, cause i'll never throw weaker blows |
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I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles |
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Now how's that for a fixin? |
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You'd better rather go to roy's, cause i ain't kickin science fiction |
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I kick a size nine sneaker or boot |
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Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute |
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The sheik, i get deep, and always leave with the wet meat |
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Because of my technique, i'm the one you let speak |
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I collect crops and props like spinach |
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I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch |
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My soul brother van paul and pete rock |
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Keep the funk flowin until the last beat stops |
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The soul man, can't have you leavin on a stretcher |
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Probably, have you leavin in leather, i catch a body |
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From wreckin slum rappers, but to be frank |
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I don't give a [fuck] i got money in the bank |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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[freddie foxxx] |
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This is the stage of triple-x |
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When you're sittin by your radio, screamin, "freddie foxxx goes next" |
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Those beholdin the words of a master |
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Find mental disaster, as i kick it faster |
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Whoever opposes me, and what i feel |
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Might find their legs bein replaced by steel |
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This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death |
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So there won't be a lot of suckers left |
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I grab the mic, and i load it like a long four-fifth |
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Huh, and dare you to riff |
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Or even sneeze as i blow you to your knees, have you curled up |
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In a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease |
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Spittin razor blades, cuttin veins you can't stitch |
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I got you screamin like a [bitch] |
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I took your microphone, you can't get it back |
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Because your rap was wack |
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I'm comin fifty strong in an armored tank |
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And takin money to the bank |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you ro.. rolled.." |
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[kool g. rap] |
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Kool g. rap for your first selection, get up on it |
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To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a minute |
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Crooks gettin hooked, to my book, just like an addiction |
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Stop your diction you drop, the science fiction |
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Let's get specific you can't get with it |
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I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it |
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Don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits |
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You still got a learner's permit |
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Poppin that [shit], you better sit |
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Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn |
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You're missin a turn, so you better get, concerned |
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My challenger, check the calendar |
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I'm as live as a .45 caliber, colt |
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With a silencer, wettin up, suckers i be settin up |
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Button up, while i'm cuttin up, never lettin up |
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I don't link up, with suckers with raps that shrank |
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Thanks sonny, i'm takin money to the bank |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" |
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[ant live] |
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One in the chamber, eight in the clip |
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Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip |
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It's ant live, liver and deliveries get liver |
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With g. rap, and we're the sole survivors |
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Mc's wanna try me, but can't escape, my clutch |
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Too much, caught in the ropes, like double dutch |
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You wanna run up, you better run up light |
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Cause like a whorehouse shippin out [pussy] tonight |
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Believe me i ain't goin out like a brick parachute |
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Or a fruit, or a guy that wears brut |
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Cologne, i'm violent prone, so leave me alone |
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I'm about to set fire to the microphone |
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And leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this |
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Due to burnt wires it's cordless |
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(yo ant live make suckers walk off the plank) |
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Not now, i'm takin money to the bank |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh" |
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"money in the bank, yeahhhh |
