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OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! {*continues until chorus comes in*} |
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Yo this is Dirt McGirt, I'm chillin' wit Kanye West |
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He's killin' y'all niggaz on the beats |
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He's killin' y'all niggaz on the tracks |
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(Where ya plaques at dog?) |
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The game is officially over! |
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Go kill yaself! |
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[Chorus: ODB (K. West)] |
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Now take that and equipment back to the store |
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We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more |
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Do anybody else make hits anymore? |
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Guess not mothafucka, it's The Roc mothafucka! |
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[Kanye West] |
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Keep the Receipt mothafuckas! |
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Now y'all gon' stop talkin' that shit that you talkin' |
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Your broke-ass mamma couldn't that disolvent |
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Now tell me how the Hell so gon' afford that coffin? |
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Now I done sat back and seen it all too often |
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The backbone of this like Marino to the Dolphins |
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Most hits out the shot since Sosa and Andre Dawson |
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My niggaz had Pro Tools, I had no tools |
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Karaoke machine, fuck it I'm old school |
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Only difference is my tracks drove niggaz postal |
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So I drove costal while they stay local |
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How I can't rhyme when my freestyles'll roast you? |
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Sit down I'll coach you while we style in posters |
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Dog, niggaz had a chance to sign me, dropped the ball |
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I'll see you at the awards.. HUMPH! |
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Now after all that it took |
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I made it to The Roc, I'm guess I ain't as dumb as you look |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Kanye West] |
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Now.. I showed you how to do this, dog |
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Put a few beats on the tape, I saved this one for myself |
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I heard you nigga's tapes, need a little bit of help |
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But I'm rappin' and I can't do nothin' for ya, man |
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S.G'll hop this, 40 grand if you ain't fam |
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I mean, if you ain't Hov', if you ain |
