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What it's all about.. |
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Yeah yeah.. |
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What it's all about.. |
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What it's all about.. |
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Yeah yeah.. |
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What it's all about.. |
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That's how it is, Rasco.. |
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Bout to rep the bz's nigga please.. |
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[Verse 1: Rasco] |
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Set the post, it be Rasco from up close |
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Emcees that's rotten can get the full dose |
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The hoes, that came to butter your work toast |
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This emcees be tried just ask themselves: why? |
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Reply and no kil' and no I don't get high |
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It's just not my thing just tryin' to get by |
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I stutter step like rats no cool gats |
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Frenchise my brother this man can pull stacks |
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Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat |
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Your one million plus was fools you couldn't trust |
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I bust, like bubbles and trouble from penpoints |
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You drank down some liquor then smoked like ten joints |
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Please, get out of my face I spits mase |
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Where hip hop is comin' to rush your whole place |
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Face, the lyrics that shut your whole case |
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First out of the box and still lost the whole race |
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Disgrace, niggaz with vigour that pull triggers |
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Some catch your body then big turns to bigger |
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Forget it, and bring your best to get with it |
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I pulled down my pants on emcees and shitted |
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For real, I blast off lyrics the real deal |
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It's strictly hip hop ain't got that rap feel |
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We peel caps on cats that set traps |
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And I respect women that write they own raps |
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Retreat, we gunnin' you down from ten feet |
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You wrote down some lyrics then jacked like ten beats |
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Discrete never whatever got it together |
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And rain down on niggaz in any types of weather |
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We bring it and come in the door bounce to rigid |
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I do my own thing and don't need hoes to sing it |
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But check we cuttin' your verse to small specks |
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Set to get down ain't that's a Ampax, what's next |
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[Hook: Rasco] |
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"What it's all about" |
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Soul brother Ras' came to diss you fools |
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"What it's all about" |
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Plus you clowns that think you too cool |
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"What it's all about" |
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Get your pens and pads it's time for school |
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"What it's all about" |
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Take another rap |
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[Verse 2: Rasco] |
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Over the hill, plus I'm wanted like fifth wheels |
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There goes your deal you've had your last thrill |
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But still must inspect your mic check |
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And those with no skills I must disrespect |
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Regret, nothin' in life don't live trife |
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Ain't killed nobody ain't stole no man's wife |
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But twice, brothers tried to roll the dice |
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Niggaz crabbed out and had to pay the price |
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Precise and nice on mics that on take hights |
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Break out your boots it's time to stack loot |
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But shoot, brothers ain't tryin' to feel this |
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Somebody come bogus I come with realness |
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Excist believin' they got this mad piss |
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Ain't nobody above the club of gettin' dissed |
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We twist and plus my style be topless |
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And broke up your wrist for tryin' to test this |
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We miss nothing in sight and stay as tight |
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Rethought my game, works hard and break nights |
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We blast plus the Ras' be first class |
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Dropped my first single and made my first cash |
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Your ass is gettin' dug out for rugs out |
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So fuck the gun chatter I'll knock you thugs out |
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About to end this verse ain't nothing worse |
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Then seein' emcees drove off inside the hearse |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Rasco] |
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Triple the threat plus you placed your last bet |
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Thought you seen it all this ain't been done yet |
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Confetti slice that ass and get ready |
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And tag along Freddie's I came to rock steady |
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But Frank knows how I gas my own tank |
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Make a show live, put cash up in the bank |
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So crank whenever I spit some nice shit |
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I bought my killer team my team can slice shit |
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In facted ofcourse the Ras' be baldheaded |
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You wrote all them lies but didn't get the credit |
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I said it and only like legs once they spread it |
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When fools run they jibbs I came down and dead it |
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We get it, like givin' a fuck self destruct |
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I heard ya first 12; Oh well that shit sucked |
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Believe it, the jam that keeps the spot heated |
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I ran down some rhymes your crew got mistreated |
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Complete it the Ras on pace without a trace |
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And turn up the bass so fools canget a taste |
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It's finished and now the rhyme's been replinished |
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My team undefeated on point without a blimish |
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We champs you better deploy your whole camp |
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We fresh of them guts like women with mad cramps |
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So lamp to beats that sounded quite sweet |
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And what it's all about you fools can't compete |
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Bring the heat |
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[Hook] |
