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Yeah mother****er.. that's right.. |
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The mother****er in the house.. kool keith.. |
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**** all the bullshit, let's get to the real shit.. |
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Yeah.. |
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Your rhyme touch is soft kid |
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Like a stripper's ass with a touch of plastic |
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Writin with a local style |
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Talkin about competitive shit you never mastered |
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Youse a wannabe thug nigga, you ain't bugged nigga |
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I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga |
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Who want the whiplash? |
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Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast |
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Me standin on the top of your tour bus |
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Butt-naked with a ****in hockey mask |
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Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass |
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Don't you know i'm sick nigga? lick my dick nigga! |
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Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter |
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Hide your kneecaps in a lexus motor |
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Pack your stomach in a compartment |
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Old dingy ****ed up bronx apartment |
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Don't piss me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bullshit street argument |
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I don't care how hard you get |
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You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin shit |
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You ain't stoppin shit, **** that batman and robin shit |
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And what block you with |
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Kneel down, make a nigga like you call me big ernest |
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Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace |
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Watch the thermostat, you ain't no ****in fat cat |
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Chorus: kool keith |
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[sung] you never lived in the projects! |
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You ain't no drug dealer |
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*repeat chorus 3x* |
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[kool keith] |
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Rude bwoy with a temper like a jamaican off a haitian boat |
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Carribean ruckus - with an elvis wig |
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Slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap mother****ers |
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Bodyguards won't work |
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With a 30-shot car bomb under my dominican shirt |
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Submachine in the duffle bag |
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Watchin sesame street with my daughter, peepin ernie and bert |
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With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat |
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Get morris in your projects |
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And jackson in a madison square garden concert |
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Ready for cbs and nbc, to do a big network |
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The average guy, havin a product manager |
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And a female publicist wearin a ****in bulletproof vest |
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I got time for mother****ers actin like elliot ness |
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Winchester sawed off blow your rolex through your ****in chest |
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Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl's dress |
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I'm ready for more progress |
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Have your head sent home |
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And a piece of your leg sittin on the record company desk |
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Extort like a mad nigga western union |
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You don't have a clue men how i get through men |
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*repeat chorus 4x* |
