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(Canibus) |
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Yeah |
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The, the, the, the |
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The rhyme weapon legend |
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That's what my nigga's yellin' |
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That's what they yellin' |
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The, the, the, the |
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The rhyme weapon legend |
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Yeah, niggas just don't know |
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That's what my nigga's yellin' |
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But I'ma let 'em know |
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Let 'em know 'Bis |
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How to flow |
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How to |
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How to go |
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How to |
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How to |
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(Canibus) |
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Yo, |
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If I coughed in my fist when I opened my hand |
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There'd be dope in my hand 'cause I spoke in my hand |
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In the gym 'til I turned a two-pack to a four |
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'Til the four got sore and had to make two more |
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In a whole other state of mind |
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Mexican standoffs waste lives but they save time |
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You know the danger of the Ranger, pantyhose over cabeza |
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Scopes and lasers, my toaster is a widow-maker |
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"Good things comes to those that wait" |
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Bullshit, better things come to those that chase |
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I sweep the streets with a fleet bigger than the Greeks |
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'Till we occupy your land like thiefs |
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We fittin' to eat, nigga |
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(Canibus) |
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I'm back for the music |
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Back to do exclusives |
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Back to change the view of Hip Hop from that bullshit |
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Back to mash up beats that bang up your Ave and streets |
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Canibus, nigga, Back with heat |
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(Canibus) |
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Ayo, |
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Hideout the box with Nottz, shots just went off |
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Nigga better check to see if you caught |
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Shootouts between rap stars driving fast cars |
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Through the hills of Madagascar, we can take it that far |
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Screw-face you niggas |
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Yo, who's the real rude bwoy, rude nigga? |
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Not you nigga, you got booed nigga |
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My close quarter combat, not bad |
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Big niggas drop dead when I stop their air |
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You're just a man, you're relationship with oxygen's clear |
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Canibus rockin' with Nottz this year |
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Yeah, mother fuckers, your back-blast area clear |
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Canibus rockin' with Nottz this year |
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Yeah |
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(Canibus) |
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Yo, ayo |
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A slug to the stomach make a thug move sluggish |
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Crawling in his bloodiness no matter how big the gun is |
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If the fuzz is coming, blast shells by the tonnage |
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'Till there ain't nothing left and start runnin' // (Run!) |
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I got a message bout I got a court summons |
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Everybody around me want somethin', they all extort nothin' |
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I was young, I was stupid, I was really too hyped |
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'Cause I thought a microphone was really worth my life |
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Go make a club banger, that's what they ask me to do |
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You a dumb nigga, who the fuck is asking you? |
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I'll write a book for you, Nottz'll write a hook for you |
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We can both split half of what we took from you |
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I'm just a round-the-way neighbor in your hood 'fella |
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You want to show love? Let's break bud nigga |
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We control the price of rap-fuel |
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I attacked you because annual tax was due |
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Four dollars a gallon, we're going to take it back to two |
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Hip Hop nigga, that's what we back to do |
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For you, for you, for you |
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That's what we back to do |
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For you, for you, for you |
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(Canibus) |
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The, the, the, the |
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The rhyme weapon legend |
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That's what my nigga's yellin' // |
