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Comin live and direct.. |
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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! |
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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! |
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[Verse One] |
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Some rappers, would they be without the use of the word nigga? |
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Time to make the switch, from the word bitch |
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Here's the message, catch it, no more Steppen Fetchit |
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(Rounds about clowns, here comes the verbal Hessian) |
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Modern day slaves, niggaz'll trade for the riches |
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Our brothers ain't niggaz and our sisters ain't bitches |
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Mental psychosis, negative osmosis |
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There will be a pimp, with some new type hoe shit (yeahh) |
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Self-esteem knockin, yo I ain't your nucca |
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You call my moms a bitch, here comes the fist so buck up |
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Nigga means less than countin three-fifths |
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Conciousness seperates a woman from a bitch |
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If you visualize your woman as a bitch you'll treat her thus |
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If your woman is a bitch, then your daughter is a puppy |
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Raised her as a slut, dog scratch the itch |
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Up, Sugarwater taught her how to be a bitch |
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Skip past the bitch, and treat her like a woman |
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Your brother is your brother, not a nigga, fully human |
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So yo bust the track, this is how we act |
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If nigga/bitch is on the verbal it's time to counteract |
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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! |
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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! |
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(Yo! I don't understand this shit man! |
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Sisters walkin around got it twisted |
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Brothers rollin around like they holdin |
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The shit is out of control, it's out of control!) |
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[Verse Two] |
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Cause and effects, effect equals the cause |
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Must be a jig-saw puzzle |
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Brother love the pieces put together |
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Illfully clever misfits, bitches to bitches |
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Bitch-made sister, made hoe by the mister |
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Broke by my fist-a, I'm fed up, head up with conclusions |
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Mass confusion from the words we be usin, or choosin |
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A lingo, hatches, matches like bingo, nigga |
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Nigga makes a nigga pull the trigger on another |
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Yo brother equals brother |
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Nigga pulls bitch so deep in the ditch of degradation |
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But little is my civil-, this my -lization |
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Makes nation, station, vary like a letter |
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The header from my dick, N.W.A. fits |
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Like a dog to a bitch, nigga equals hypocrite |
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No portion of the foots, the foot don't fit |
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In the shoe and I choose to be effects of the cause |
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Applause because the black's breakin bitch-nigga laws |
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Laws of the tracks, niggaz to blacks |
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So stop the nigga/bitch, yo what's up with that diss? |
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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! |
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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! |
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(Yo yo! Hold up hold up, all this tits and ass |
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Sisters showin all they glands |
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Yo, act like the queens that you supposed to be) |
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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! |
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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! |
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(Brothers, yo, you better recognize |
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Cause right now we gotta start this shit up man |
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Yo, this shit is out of control, it's out of control!) |
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[ad libs "it's out of control" to the end] |
