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[Scratched]"I'm the last emcee that's alive"[Verse 1] |
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Nickle, nine, nine in the waistline |
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Diss me fine, you won't be the first one |
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Piss me off, you get done in the worst way |
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I bring light to the night, put the sun in the earth's way |
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Balls of the outlaw, hanging out the draws |
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Of the dark blue house, y'all |
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Standing and rambling with all of that mouth y'all |
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Got hit, shot, with the cannon when |
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I'm standing up and going all out for |
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Phantom on opera, sitting in the |
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PhantomIn the parking lot, examining how |
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I keep my name out y'all mouth |
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I drop names like |
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Game, but |
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I don't mean say 'em |
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I mean spray em, they drop [gun sound] ha |
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I have a nigga blistering quicker then chicken pox |
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In a box in a river sitting stiffer then six o'clock |
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Knock, you can't see me, labels you can't sign me |
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You can either |
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Jay-Z me or |
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JV me, get it?[Chorus] |
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Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere |
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Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody |
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Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no |
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Going Yeah, somebody, anybody |
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Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot |
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Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight |
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Like, Yeah[Scratched] |
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I'm the last emcee that's alive[Verse 2] |
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I'm the captain and the sergeant, the opposite of laws |
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I'm the politics involved and with profit in the starving |
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The model in the car means |
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I told her |
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Mami, if you hopping in this car then you gotta get me off |
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I got Vicious with me, so you gotta get him off |
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So, rinky dink labels still trying to make me offers |
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You don't wanna tear me off, you will only scare me off |
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I'm a boss, hear me out, gimme every office |
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Each and every artist y'all got, |
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I want 'em |
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So run em, they don't wanna fuck wit me then |
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I'll gun 'em |
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So don't get me started'cause lately |
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I been on my |
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Black Eyed |
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Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded" |
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Fees for shoes, |
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Ivizu jeans breezing through |
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Leaving your team green and blue |
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Only thing, the thing to do |
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Only thing, this ain't no dream homie, this whole theme is true, get it?[Chorus] |
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Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere |
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Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody |
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Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no |
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Going Yeah, somebody, anybody |
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Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot |
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Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight |
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Like, Yeah[Scratched] |
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I'm the last emcee that's alive[Verse 3] |
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Yeah, weeding out static, holding what |
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I would rather have |
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And not need, then need and not have it |
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Me without gats is like me without battling |
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Beef without blasting, |
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P without |
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HavocThe born again rapper, sitting on enough classic tracks |
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That could fill up a 40 gig |
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AppleI-Pod, |
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I'm God, all bets |
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I'm down like the rest |
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I'm wild, yes |
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Plus I'm a teacher, niggaz play hard |
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But I'm way harder 'cause |
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I can keep it up like |
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LevitraBig dick, |
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I could fit you up my urethra |
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Sick spit, like |
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I musta been touched by |
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JesusLike |
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I musta been groped by a diva |
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Or fucked by a model, nope, you ain't been approached by either |
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You standing where ya mans is at |
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I'm on stage, getting paid controlling where y'all hands is at, get it? |
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Got it[Chorus] |
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Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere |
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Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody |
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Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no |
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Going Yeah, somebody, anybody |
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Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot |
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Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight |
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Like, Yeah[Scratched] |
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I'm the last emcee that's alive |
