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I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't |
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So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't |
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Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back |
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Sit fat and relax and plan my attack |
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Not the one to test I posess mad finesse |
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My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest |
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Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps |
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on the New York streets hittin urban concrete |
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I'm the man untestable, with the extraterrestrial flow |
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Fo'-fifty-fix celo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle |
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I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model |
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Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock |
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only spits when I react to the bullshit |
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So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ |
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And save the confessions for JEESuz |
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Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow |
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Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow |
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Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like Steven |
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Achieving, gettin some cheese and |
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representin lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major |
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with the project flavor, I made ya, daze ya |
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My behavior is mad ill if you front |
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You know what I want! |
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(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes |
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(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines |
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(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse |
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and my name up in lights, N-I-N-E |
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I'ma let you know how I feel on the real |
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I pack steel it's like a jungle makes me wonder where my eel is |
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Hits the bricks skips the dog shit complete in my cipher |
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Temper like Rowdy Rowdy Piper, hyper like a viper |
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I'ma strike if I got it goin for the jugular |
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Stretch you like a copper |
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Stoppah, stoppah, but you can't stop me |
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Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G |
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Came a long way from, back in the day |
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we did it for no pay, just rhymin hit the hay and |
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sleep, wake up, write another rhyme |
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Hit the park after dark drop the beat one time |
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That's when shit was real, no phonies no baloney |
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Just the homemade mics and wheels of steel |
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Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light |
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Everything right, jam over a street fight |
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Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad |
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Raw lyrics make a fleuredoscad |
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Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice |
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A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice |
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And now I might make a million, and still son |
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it makes the heart pump, you know what I want |
| [02:48.22] |
Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht |
| [02:50.90] |
Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop |
| [02:53.23] |
Remote control boombox lampin on my dresser |
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The God ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya |
| [02:58.35] |
Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily |
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nuff treasons nuff reasons like Philip Bailey |
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Can't get enough of that funky stuff |
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Rhymin astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal |
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Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal |
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Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya |
| [03:13.15] |
Right off the pape I roll a big fat spliff |
| [03:15.54] |
Four-fifth on the hip, Heineken in the grip shit I'm ready |
| [03:18.67] |
Get the keys for the jeep, let's bounce |
| [03:20.66] |
Cruise avenues, get some brews and sing the blues with the |
| [03:23.30] |
Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck |
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I'm in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck |
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Oh what a feeling, I'm on the wheels of steel and |
| [03:30.77] |
I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing |
| [03:32.76] |
Erything's kosher copasctetic, groovy hip-hop moves me |
| [03:35.30] |
soothes me, I'm letting off like an uzi |
| [03:38.25] |
But first steps a doozy and bruise me |
| [03:40.43] |
Now I'm choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy |
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I wanna get big get paid true stunt |
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You know what I want! |
