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[Verse:] I resemble my people told me get in there |
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So after turning pro, you bitch thinking it's skin care |
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It's been a long time coming so don't push me |
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My mama say you can be anything in this world except pussy |
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Bad luck, this is you meeting the writer |
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You're lame and that won't change |
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Nick Cannon meeting |
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Mariah I've been killing shit since |
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Dexter was pulling wings of the butterflies |
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And working at church is burning my brother fried, nobody |
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The coop God a cold vile of schizophrenic |
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Don't panic, it's cool and my brain is crowded |
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Fighting my demons with bras knuckles and face paint |
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A roof will get you to count a pussy to ace pink |
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They say I'm sick and deranged but know |
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I'm from the hood |
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The evil easties are watch brand, it's understood |
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It's not a lane in our rapping, till |
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I'm in dirt |
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If the police come in stripping |
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The weapons came with the shirt |
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Yeah, know we at, gotta get the mind off |
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Only soft when in came forth and still lying see it rot |
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This obstacle is deadly as |
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Jigsaw Knuckle money like getting jaws for a rich cause |
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Talking XO, means exposure with the 50th |
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When chosen clip blow them with the mortar |
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I'm the stiff |
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I can divide and conquer, leave course in the split |
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And I don't mean benz when |
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I'm foreign out the whip |
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Yo we call it in collision when the foreign's out the hit |
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Assumption got his never minds pointing out on bricks |
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Smugs, the worst riot face when |
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I'm pump She want no reminiscence |
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I got new songs for |
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Ginni Young |
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Voice cut won't protect space in your necklace |
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Acting 2 face, |
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I'll get soon 'til they set with me |
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Yeah, a fatal chest blow out of nowhere |
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Heard bars lungs forgot air was s'posed to go there [Verse:] |
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I'm the definition of defamation |
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The depth of my deposition is deafening |
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Hit the deck when |
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I deck the bitch |
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In the depths in your desperate mission |
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You ex musicians, stick my |
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X to reland |
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In your ex's lips like an xtravision |
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The excellent exhibition of eloquence |
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Executive, a threat to y'all, my region lacks relevance |
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But that' irrelevant, residence has to presidence |
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Press against my lane and |
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I will aim it at you head and chin |
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But you not a gun clapper, you a fun rapper |
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Some factor out what it's happening from with some capture |
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If crooked paved the way then |
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I'm the one after |
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I'm every ghost rider for dr |
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Dre and one rapper |
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Paying homage, |
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I vomit on tracks repeatedly |
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Set the stage on rage and make it look |
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Eazy-E That way from my space to a new premises |
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If this the wrong call, then call me the new genesis [Verse:] |
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Ah, LA leakers |
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Another monumental montage |
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Like a Molotov luxury |
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Often monolog in this storm is |
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The art in me brought frauds apart |
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I brought gin on my saw shit |
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On to go yard against y'all bitch |
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Will party flow below part |
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Than my arsenium arsenic, y'know |
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I'm more awesome |
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With the narcissistic, |
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Bars a nigga me in walls been this marvelous |
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Nobody visited us in, it's amenes, outside of |
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Dominicks |
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I'm wowed, this outlined incompetence |
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I've down sized been down when |
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I out line the apocalypse |
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I got now, |
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I'm back out rhyming the proxemics |
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Poppin' them with the bottles out, after |
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I wanted to cancel it |
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Instead in the club, and my capella should drop an acapela |
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Enough to knock a fella, pockets and pasta paid from above |
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When I drop the penance draft, it's not no |
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Letterman love |
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We hittin veteran 'tl they stop the negligence 'cause [Verse:] |
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Warrup dawg, this the king, kiss the ring |
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I'm dropping the guillotine so quick you forget to scream |
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While you twitching |
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I'm sipping lean |
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Stronger than the mix between |
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Listerine and |
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Mr. Green, 'til |
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I tap out like pamperine 10 more rings, we strap like that to the finiteen |
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That's for intervene when it's any scream |
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Listen to me, |
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I'm lighting up squares like smoking nicotine |
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Lighting up squares like a video scene from billie jean |
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Listen to me, **** with the cops hollows will ring up |
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See all of us inked up, follow us, |
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We got bottles and models and pink chucks |
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They callin' us king tut, when they swallow us |
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And all of these means what, |
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Means my bank account swallow the bricks drop |
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And it means |
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I walk with a mean struck, |
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With the glock in the jeans tucked |
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G's up, [Verse:] |
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Hotter then lava |
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Since I got with the swatters |
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I'm hot as a top |
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And as bad as the choppas will pop you |
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Stop you drop you, spin and top you |
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Hammers on deck like we repairing the sail boat |
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Hammers on deck like it was family |
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Borel's boat |
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There are crack bars, |
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I call them sell dope |
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C E L L, 'cause that was a jail quote |
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Coniyac, Mykestro, |
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Bad Lucc and |
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Locksmith |
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You could tell it's west coast when you smell smoke. |
