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Hahh |
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hah |
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Yeah |
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yeahhh |
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Make it butter |
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I'm gonna Bankhead bounce! |
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No doubt |
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Aiyyo watch yo mouth! |
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Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven |
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Blaze the hot |
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trizack that sound like heaven |
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Seven six five four three two one |
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My mon Meth-Tical come and get some |
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[Method Man] |
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Playin my position, hot Nixon |
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This one, for all the sick ones, confliction |
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Posionous darts sickening, best believe |
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finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin |
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on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets |
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start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways |
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Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me |
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Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw |
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from my Punch Buggy sunnin you |
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Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who? |
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Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through |
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A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu |
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[Redman] |
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Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga |
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Turnin Christian to a certified sinner |
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The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes) |
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While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe |
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Shit I kept low, petro' your metro |
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Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin |
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Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen |
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Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee |
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Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty |
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Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see |
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When I approach rappers be takin notes |
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I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat |
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Absolut, I love to burn to the roots |
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I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots |
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Vigilante hardcore to the penis |
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Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic |
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[Canibus] |
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I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it |
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I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it |
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Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics |
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Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life |
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When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts |
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if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff |
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like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on |
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for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot |
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And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya |
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Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number |
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Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and |
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get shot down with a surface-to-air missile |
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I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on |
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anybody who ain't close enough to shit on |
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Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred |
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when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it |
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[DMX] |
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Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down |
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Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down |
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When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that |
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See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that |
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Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions? |
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Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson |
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I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live |
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Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give |
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than receive, believe what I say when I tell you |
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Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you |
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And when the lights is out, they don't come back on |
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This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong |
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You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby |
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You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby |
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so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet? |
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Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat |
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Aiyyo, one |
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two |
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three |
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four |
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five |
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six |
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seven |
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Blaze the hot trizack |
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Shine like heaven |
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Seven |
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six |
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five |
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four |
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three |
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two |
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one |
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Come on Mr. Smith, come get some! |
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[LL Cool J] |
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When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows |
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tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up) |
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The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers |
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You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur |
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How dare you step up in my dimension |
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Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention |
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Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue |
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I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun |
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Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces |
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with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard") |
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Every little boy wanna pick up the mic |
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and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype |
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But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike |
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Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight |
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Snappin, you ameteur MC's |
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Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas |
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For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease |
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Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh) |
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In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence |
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Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up) |
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Now let's get back to this mic on my arm |
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If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb |
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You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize |
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And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize |
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And I'm daring every MC in the game |
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to play yourself out position, and mention my name |
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I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name |
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Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train |
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Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line |
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LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time |