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A yo spark up the phillies and pass the stout |
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Makin' quick money grip before your ass is out |
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In a street brawl I strike men quicker than lightnin' |
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You seen what happened in my last fight friend? iight then |
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L's a clever threat, elerisis who never sweat |
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Comparin' yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolet |
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And clown rappers I'm bound to slay |
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I'm sayin' hi to all the cuties from around the way |
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Yeah, 'cause I got all of them sprung jack |
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My girls are like boomer-rings |
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No matter how far I throw them, they come back |
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I'm comin' straight out the N.Y.C, I'm down with diggin' in the crates |
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And I'm M.V.P, yeah |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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Yo it's a must that I get papes |
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Peace to all the DJ's who gave me love on their mix tapes |
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And once again the man's back with a denged track |
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So here's your chance jack to get loose and let your hand clap |
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I got juice like voco, mad crues I broke through |
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Niggas be gettin' mad 'cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to |
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And everytime I'm in a jam I always find a loophole |
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I got a crime record longer than manute bol |
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And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flyin' sorcers |
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No more iron horses 'cause I'm buyin' porches |
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I'm comin' straight out the N.Y.C peace to the Kid Carpi, I'm M.V.P |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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Battles I loose none I make crues run |
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I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one |
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My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully |
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Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, and take your pelle pelle |
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I'm the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper |
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Mess around you'll find my silk |
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Boxers in your mommy's hamper |
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And nowadays girls want you for your money |
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I'm like hev, I got nothin' but love for you honey |
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And yes I'm livin' slick and my pockets are thick |
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I need surgery to get chicks removed from my, chill |
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I'm comin' straight out the N.Y.C, raps my job, and I'm M.V.P |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |
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If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C |