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(feat. Strick, Young Zee) |
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[Strick] |
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Yeah, big Strick, let's get it on... |
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Yo, last night I had a nightmare that I was wack |
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Nope, I'm sorry, it's that you said something dope |
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Fuck it, it don't matter, 'cause I know shit ain't really like that |
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'Cause if you said something dope, I know somebody else probably had to write that |
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You on the wrong song an' I'm on the right track |
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I hit the cypher, and you bounce talkin' 'bout "Strick, I'll be right back!" |
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What the fuck you comin' back for? |
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I pulled up to the front of the club and hurried and scurried up out the back door |
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Just in time 'fore your ass got a cracked jaw |
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Made 'cause I stack more, and what the Lakers sign Shaq for? |
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Incredible rhymer, what the hell am I sell crack for? |
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I'm real, you a ac-tor, I'm hot, you just not a fac-tor |
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You on some bound to do, I'm on some already done shit |
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I'll burn you with the same light you just lit up your blunt wit' |
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And I don't came wit' the style you probably 'bout to come wit' |
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You the opposite of smart faeces, get it? Dumb shit |
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Couldn't give a fuck who you run wit' |
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Or them niggas you 'bout to go get |
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Matter of fact, go get 'em, you'll just be layin' on the floor wit' 'em |
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Lookin' up at me talkin' 'bout: "Why you let the fo-fo hit 'em? |
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I really don't know these niggas, I just did a show wit' 'em |
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Went back to the telly and I hit a couple of hoes wit' em |
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Met 'em at the studio an' just spit a couple of flows wit' 'em |
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Bought a bag of dro and just sat back and got high wit' 'em" |
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Oh yeah, that's good to know, now you 'bout to die wit' 'em |
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Head straight to the pearly gate, say hi to the big guy wit' 'em |
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Or take it to that other level, down with the devil and fly wit' 'em |
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Grumble and groan, piss and moan, boo-hoo and cry wit' 'em |
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Atleast go home and tell his momma bye bye wit' 'em (bye, momma) |
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'Cause duke, I'm the hottest nigga on earth right now |
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And bust my gun in nine months 'bout to give birth right now |
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Run all up in a nigga hood and take his turf right now |
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Nothing's what your life is worth right now |
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I've been in shit for too long, it's about time I burst |
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A & R's ready to quit 'cause they ain't find me first |
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Record labels ready to shut down 'cause they ain't sign me first |
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So let me stop right now 'cause I know y'all niggas be dieing to be writing |
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My verse |
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[Chorus: Young Zee] |
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If y'all don't know how we get sent on |
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From twelve at night to the cracks o' dawn |
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Got girls in the back takin' off they thongs |
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Then feelin' that something's wrong! |
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If y'all don't know how we get sent on |
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From twelve a.m. to the early morn' |
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If you seen them things then blow ya horn |
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'Cause if ya not there's something wrong! |
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[Masta Ace] |
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I came outta rap training camp as a reigning champ |
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An' lay motherfuckers down just like the pain of a cramp |
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I won't stop 'til I see my name and my face on a stamp |
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And y'all still won't be able to stick me or fuck wit' me |
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I'm 'bout to leave my mark on this game like a buck fifty |
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Took shots but I duck swiftly, you just missed me |
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Fuck Alice, ????, Norton and fuck Trixie |
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I'ma fuck like it's my honeymoon 'til I touch sixty |
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You ain't a thug so don't try to get tough with me |
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If you think about tryna hit me, you'll get snuffed quickly |
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Deep down, hate Bobby Brown, but love Whitney |
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At times I wish it was O.J and the glove fit me |
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Then I wouldn't have to hear none of you wack niggas |
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Talk about how your crew's rich and you stack figures |
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In my hand's a chrome gun with a black trigger |
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I know you think your shit's big, but I pack bigger |
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Just ask your wife, 'cause I blasted her pipes |
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If I tell Strick to pass me a knife would you ask for your life? |
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You's a pussy, I can tell by your song |
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Homo/thug rapper, I can tell by your thong |
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Got sugar in your tank, you probably shit syrup |
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The world's about to see what it is when I hit Europe |
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And when I come back on for my birthday |
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I'ma do another video, too explicit to play |
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[Chorus] |
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[Young Zee] |
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Ace, Zee, yo Strick, Bricks, Zee, Outsidaz, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... |
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Niggas fear me like the fear of Aids |
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I take out pretty boys wearin' shades |
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Or thug niggas with they hair in braides |
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Then fuck yo' girl through that thing she wearing |
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Get her pregnant to leave that bitch a single parent |
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Got mad cars, you probably apin' in a Jaguar |
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Drunk at Justin's, while you hang out at a fag bar |
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Scared at jail, but at home you tryna rob |
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When you got inside you got sodomized by a lotta guys |
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Girls pile up in Young Zee room |
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I fucked the wives of about twenty ?brooms? on they honeymoons |
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We had a check sellin' bottles of rock |
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An' so much dope came we re-modelled the spot |
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That's why y'all cats spittin' ?????????? |
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See you grinnin' when I stop and the rims keep spinnin' |
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Fuck with Zee I'll bash ya face |
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I'll fucks wit' [scratches] Masta Ace, bitch |
