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"Get more for your money, when you fuck with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."[Joell Ortiz] |
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As long as |
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I got my pen |
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I don't need a friend |
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We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me again |
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He said he tired of all the lyin, deceivin anddick-ridin the people providin on every beat but when |
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I do it it's stupid, |
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I bruise it like a bad bitch |
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I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiff |
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I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift |
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Point 'em out and |
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I will subtract him, with an ad lib |
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See the fact is (what) |
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I'm a bastard |
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How can I not be (Macho, Man)? |
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I'm a (Savage) |
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In the past |
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I was passive, now |
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I'm mad bitch |
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I'm spazzin, you get an |
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Adidas classic where yo' ass is[Royce Da 5'9"] |
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Eh-eh, eh-eh, |
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Nickel ain't the one at all |
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Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall |
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You a knife at a gun fight, our shit is raw |
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You a square, you're silverware in a civil war |
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The Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the moon |
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The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your spoon |
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I'm a lover, the lead bustin is old to me |
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You put your head in her butt, |
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I headbutt the ovaries |
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God dipped me in war paint for all weathers |
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I'm Mr. spill the liquor on my alcohol tether |
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No need to ride with nobody, |
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I feel the heat can help me |
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Your jean's skinnier than |
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Em is when he eatin healthy, hahaha[Chorus] |
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WHOA, WHOA, |
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WHOAWHOA, |
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WHOA, WHOA, |
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Shaaady!WH |
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OA, WHOA, |
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WHOA, WHOA |
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WHOA, WHOA, |
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WHOA, WHOA{"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}[Joe Budden] |
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Outnumbered, outspoken, outcasted |
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Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted |
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Outlandish, so |
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I learned to outwit 'em |
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I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, |
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I outdid 'em |
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Cream, out-bid 'em, team can't out-spit him(You could) |
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Keep sleepin, your wet dream is out with him(See) |
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Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutra |
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Steakhouse nigga, used to be a |
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Ramen Noodler |
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Heavy on B and |
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E's, was a calm intruder |
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Pumped a Ruger, moms called me con and loser |
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I suggest you and your mans'll regroup (why?) |
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Bet against it, and probably can't recoup - out![Crooked I] |
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I point a pistol at your mamma mia |
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I'm sick as |
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Tyson in the ring at the |
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Colosseum with gonorrhea |
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Fuck a rapper, my clapper black as |
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Muhammadiya |
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Fuck you R& |
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B bitches, shut up! |
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You not Aaliyah(Ha ha!) |
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When Mr. Porter record a piano |
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Producers may wanna order some ammo |
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I'm a California corner reporter |
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Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein poor as a whore and |
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I'm an aura |
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It's sorta |
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Soprano; look here |
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We reinvent the wheel to have a (Good Year) - and y'all tired |
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We like Tyler |
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Perry mixed with |
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EverlastThe |
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House of Payne/ |
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Pain, Slaughterhouse gang nigga![Chorus] |
