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("them bitches swear they fly...") |
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Hahha |
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Now everytime i grab the mic i always start shit up |
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Sharper than your double-edger, watch me cough shit up |
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Live and direct, respect it to the underground connect |
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Pah!! i'm wreckin any mc you select |
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Yo e, load me in your gun, light the flares |
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Give me forty-eight bars, and i go out like gays at billy bear |
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Wear and tear, i'm wreckin for the bricks is where |
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Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere |
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Conjunction junction what's your function |
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It's that nigga who's so swift i could lose a compass |
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Step into jams, with seven niggaz in a land |
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And forty mother****ers in some ****ed up caravan |
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Drop the farenheight back down to zero |
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Bring heat to the streets like i'm pacino and deniro |
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Raw dog material, grand imperial |
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Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't hearin you |
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So take heed to what i'm saying |
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Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing |
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Now do i look crazy? deranged, maybe? |
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You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me |
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Now time for lyrics, put up your guns |
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And watch me get this shit hoppin like the west was won |
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Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads |
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Crowd your rap city committee, like i'm [big leads] |
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Most bigger than them melendez brothers |
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You need cochran when you're ****in with judge red |
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Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash |
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I been that way since ike turner was kickin tina ass |
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Hookers ridin dick, like i'm a motorcycle |
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You wanna shine bitch? let me simonize you |
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I make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurred |
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Until i black out every nerver |
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Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouerves |
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I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!! |
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Hah, if you still look up in the sky i'm still high |
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All the way live like lakeside |
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Wann die? e (whattup son), you got this beat pumpin |
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The way i feel niggaz ain't leave until they up in somethin |
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Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county |
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Dayrooms, stay tuned, for doc illuminati |
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Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me |
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(martini and rossi, asti spumante) |
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So take heed to what i'm saying |
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Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing |
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To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say |
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Don't stop, the body rock |
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To my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, say |
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Don't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww |
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I'm too strong for you to listen |
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I started spittin, that's why the brick niggaz be lickin |
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They stay on magazine written equipments |
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I'm smokin leaky out the lec-y, fatal |
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My squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat |
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My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack |
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For those who stepped on toes, i want my shoes back |
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Buddy, bringin money to your girl |
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For your little daughter like i'm cutty |
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Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, i bug g, quote it |
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I see you notice how i leave microphones corroded |
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Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par |
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You raw, you're more like zsa zsa gabor |
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Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored |
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And i pump the funk to keep a room and board |
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*record scratches, rooster cackles* |
