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Yea |
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Once again coming for the game |
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Who can stop me now? |
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First and foremost, I'd like to apologize to the public |
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For allowing y'all to endure (Sosa) |
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All that watered-down, over-proofed thug shit (Sosa) |
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See when you in the inside looking out |
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It's hard to see the person on the outside looking in (Sosa) |
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Let me express myself |
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(Verse 1) |
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The first bars I've ever spitted I scarred the game |
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Since then all the jewels and the cars done changed |
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Had to circumcize the snakes, disregard their names |
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So when i spit now, I involve the pain |
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Convinced every religion that the God done came |
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To me, it's '88 and I'm as large as Kane |
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No need for spotlights, trying to dodge the fame |
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Already got lice so why try massage my brain |
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BBS's, clustered up carved in my chain |
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Freezing the same flesh, once i'm dead and desolve in flames |
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Honor the name, Sos' love drama the same |
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So all y'all claim to be realer niggaz, calmer than came |
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Hear this |
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I'm unemotional, my eyes is tearless |
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No regrets, my only threat is that I die careless |
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Catch me, **** sales long as the streets accept me |
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It's respect before the money if I'm on correctly |
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Vet status |
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Crown Sos' the best at this |
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Holla, this hot shit be the next classic |
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Yea |
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Now let's begin |