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I'm bad to the bone, with a style like al capone |
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I'ma smile while i give you the dial tone |
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Eatin shrimp and girls i be pimpin |
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Walk like i'm limpin, this brother ain't simpin |
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Not to mention, i'm winner of mack daddy conventions |
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I get a lot of attention |
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Sleepin in sheets that's made of satin |
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With one of my money makin honies, she's mixed spanish and latin |
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She's a fly type of swinger |
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Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger |
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In a highrise, made for only fly guys |
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With a size that attracts the ladies eyes |
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Keepin the stash and the cashflow |
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Profile's kept low, more dough than barry manilow |
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Fly cars, i got diamonds in jelly jars |
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To earn respect, collectin bar fight scars |
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Slick talkin with a chick when i'm walkin |
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Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin |
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And i max while you be waxin your cadillacs |
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Smooth as a fax, but i can cut you like an axe |
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Big spender, cause i'm a winner like bruce jenner |
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I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a tv dinner |
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On the phone cause i'm hard like stone |
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Holdin my own, cause i'm bad to the bone |
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I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion |
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Parties i'm crashin with a flashy type of action |
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On stage, i kick outrageous |
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And i enslave the bravest, more diamonds than sammy davis |
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I'm more dramatic than _dallas_ is |
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More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses |
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Give me a clever girl and i'll outfox her |
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The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers |
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So what you want honey a chump or a champ? |
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Visa or food stamps, latins or lamps? |
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I run the game like sega |
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Go to war like noreaga, hit like schawrzaneggar |
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Excitin when i'm fightin i'm frightenin |
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Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning |
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Ladies i'll love you all tomorrow like annie |
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And i bet you'll all leave with wet panties |
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Cause i can make a eighty yard dash come back fast |
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Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass |
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Police wanna harass me |
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Cause i got all the material that has me lookin jazzy |
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The mc patroller |
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Pockets so fat, i flat em down with a dough roller |
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Dead zone when i strike the microphone |
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G. rap's known, cause i'm bad to the bone |
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I never needed a helpin handin |
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I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon |
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And when i'm rollin with force, three across your belly |
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Knockin suckers out the box like i'm playin skelly |
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Cause i pull out the .45 if you offend me |
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And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney |
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Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic |
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Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic |
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A smooth talker, cause i'm a queens new yorker |
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My rhymes bring more good times than jimmie walker |
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A bumrusher, cause i'm a crusher of hardrocks |
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When i turn thirty, i'll still be dirty as redd foxx |
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Try to cope, what i wrote, get a sore throat |
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My lyrical notes float like sailboats |
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I keep it steady for the petty sucker rappers i'll be ready |
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I got more bodies than frank netti |
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Battles i win em cause i send em to hell when i begin em |
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Because i put it in em like a venom |
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Discover the toughest rap brother you ever seen |
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Not a fairy, but milky like the dairy queen |
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Movin around like a smooth choreographer |
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Posin my hoes in all clothes for the photographer |
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On video, show i makin your girlfriend moan |
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Cause i'm bad to the bone |
