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Two years ago, a friend of mine |
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told me to write me a tight ass rhyme |
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and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say |
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the rhyme is tight and it went this way |
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And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed |
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shystie niggas keep staring at me |
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I had my 45 and my 44 |
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i put one on my briefcase so them niggas'll know |
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lives get took |
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that's it just like a book |
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do you want a meathook |
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smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took |
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fo yo skrill |
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hundred dolla bill |
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take yo pill muthaf**ka |
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while you bullshitin dis shit is real |
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i ain't no twelve inch |
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can't mix me up in this shit |
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i got full clips |
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and alone i do my shit |
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so trust me you information faulty |
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and i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty |
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i'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than f**k wit you |
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cause you the type of nigga that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my |
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big bad forty auto mag |
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twenty sac nigga get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznack |
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motivated, totally undominated |
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i got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it |
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easy fo me i didn't have to work |
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fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk |
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now just the other day a friend of mine |
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told me to write me a tight ass rhyme |
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and so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say |
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the rhyme is tight and it went this way |
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i know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you |
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without a tight rhyme to step to |
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think of all them weak ass albums you slept through |
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well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you |
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went to my brother's house, without a doubt |
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twisted one up with the nigga, smoked'em out |
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got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script |
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high enough to write a whole career full of shit |
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i mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to f**k, throw up |
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man i got my cheddah cheese ass nigga know what |
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i don't hold no grudges i just ain't f**kin wit you no mo, mission stay |
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sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade |
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barracade barracade barracade, barracade |
