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Y'all wanna flay ruff? |
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Huh, that's how I do man, that's how I do, aight |
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For FUN, Hahahahahah, T.W.IsM. |
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(Shaquille O'Neal) |
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I get deeper then the fire thin |
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Y'all wanna riot? |
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It's like a rifle without the firing pin |
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In the hire wiring in to all my men's |
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Who retired from the Spiring Inns |
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Better call your next of kin |
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They recommend me to wreck men's |
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Not one or two clips I stretch ten |
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My weapons my game, my world, and mind alone |
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And you couldn't be hard if you wrote your rhymes with stone |
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Any criticism take it to the crib for some ism and twist em |
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I shine like ?pea-fogs? in prison that's T.W.IsM. |
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Shaq dog the rap dog duck all punks and shatter back boards |
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Matter-a-fact y'all, I take advantage, I'm taking chances making advances |
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While you sit, waiting for answers, wha-wha |
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True ballers see paper like typewriters |
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The rest think y'all bullet proof like nightrider |
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(Chorus: Clark Kent) |
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Yo while you spectate we stay getting cake |
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I regulate and keep fate cause in they place |
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Yo I'm on a chase for the pa-per, the caper |
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Get it - stretched out |
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And found taped up |
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(Sonja Blade) |
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Spit ya - cause when I pitch .. ya wrist get slit |
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One hit from my grandma your banana get split |
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And get this, I display words to slave you herbs |
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Got them screaming "Sonja Blade you've got a way with words" |
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It's like I strike again blow you away like kites in the wind |
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And hard men with my sharp pin |
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Who rock the spot? |
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I've done it, you hollering about |
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Want the war but none of y'all worth the dollar or amount |
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See chicks want none of this if you do confront it |
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I peel hundreds while you things only keep one stick it blunted |
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So y'all gorilla looks I don't fear those |
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Cause I go thirty-two rounds like a Tech with air holes |
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So t-knock your z-rocks you can't rap with me |
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Cause I'm Big-ger than Lez in this +Rap City+ |
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No, see what face, smoke an else to the rose |
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Sonja Blade choke chicks like Sprewell did coach |
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(Chorus) |
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(Clark Kent) |
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Yo while you spectate we stay getting cake |
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I regulate and keep fate cause in they place |
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Yo I'm on a chase for the pa-per, the caper |
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Get it - stretched out |
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And found taped up |
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(Interlude) |
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(Shaquille O'Neal & K-Raw) |
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10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 tick, tick, tick BOOM |
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Y'all gon mess with me for the last time |
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It's a bomb in your speakers |
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Get your - out RIGHT NOW! |
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(Shaquille O'Neal) |
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You could be the one that inflict they defeated they run |
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Believe me many seen it done from O'Neal |
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The raw deal draw steel |
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And we can take it to the street for the sport it's all real |
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(Sonja Blade) |
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Uh take the residents from the president |
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Make his state evidence |
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For pape's we never hesitant |
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Red-Rum regiment strictly "Moe D" and "VI" |
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The "No-T" the take care of "BI" |
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(K-Raw) |
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We blade the "GI" resting A-Xin |
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Deranged the one day thought was about to change |
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(Sonja Blade) |
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Roll with those who hold bottles |
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A whole lot of follows cause they know dough |
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And think you a role model |
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(K-Raw) |
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They wanna give you dumb looks |
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Lyrical gun books never did one juke |
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And the crew had one crook |
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(Sonja Blade) |
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Son, look before you split the Dutch |
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I get you touched by everything you kick with the... you bust |
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(Shaquille O'Neal) |
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Uh-huh, wha-wha-wha-wha |
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T.W.IsM., Red-Rum, Clark-world |
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Big Cuss, "Dirt", Ken Dawg |
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Wha-wha-wha-wha, Sauce Money |
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World is mine uh-huh wha-wha, wha-wha |
