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My woman, and my money, don't own me... |
| [03:37.53][01:57.56][00:12.50] |
I've got to, keep holding, my own |
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Heaven, heaven... |
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The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives |
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Digital brain is the closest to Moses |
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Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister |
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Revitalize the game, the names on the poster |
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The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes |
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The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face |
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It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it |
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Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait |
| [01:08.70] |
The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall |
| [01:11.76] |
The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra |
| [01:14.81] |
It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha |
| [01:18.17] |
Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star |
| [01:20.98] |
I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent |
| [01:24.82] |
You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went |
| [01:27.33] |
You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince |
| [01:30.71] |
Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent |
| [01:33.43] |
You can't still convent, don't have seven cents |
| [01:37.00] |
Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent |
| [01:39.83] |
Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went? |
| [01:43.57] |
I told you these words are heaven sent |
| [02:07.63] |
It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock |
| [02:10.32] |
If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop |
| [02:13.68] |
If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop |
| [02:16.71] |
Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props |
| [02:20.00] |
Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran |
| [02:23.26] |
Three six letterman, Monk's the name |
| [02:26.12] |
Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames |
| [02:29.17] |
Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name |
| [02:32.24] |
With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it |
| [02:35.51] |
Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it |
| [02:38.67] |
Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong |
| [02:41.51] |
I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song |
| [02:44.73] |
Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics |
| [02:47.82] |
Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics |
| [02:51.20] |
My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this |
| [02:54.20] |
Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice |
| [03:06.36] |
Why yes, am I next to impress |
| [03:09.51] |
D-T-S, bless the best, no cess |
| [03:12.73] |
Stress, from guess to gold press |
| [03:15.95] |
The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds |
| [03:18.97] |
But this is the new improved shit |
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'08 from the AMG, '92, bitch |
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