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"You know I love the way it's goin' down (goin' down)" |
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[Talking Intro] |
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Uhhhh |
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(Yeah, Stand Out.. Celph Titled.. FT!) |
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Rugged Man, Buckwild... Let's do it! |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled:] |
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("Uh-uh-oh") These rappers better watch out |
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Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt |
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("Uh-uh-oh") And y'ain't know what this about |
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We got a hundred rounds, ******* we ain't come to talk it out |
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("Uh-uh-oh") Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras |
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And body y'all without a mutha******' bodyguard |
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("Uh-uh-oh") Everybody face gettin' scarred |
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Play with God and you gon' come face to face with a shark |
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[Verse One] [FT:] |
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Haters be tryin' to keep F a secret |
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Eat ******, I'm not the one to beef with |
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Peep this, dog, you gon' rest in pieces |
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For actin' like Sylvester, Garfield, Heathcliff |
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******* MC's I run thru yo' *******t |
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Like a untrained blue-nosed pit who won't quit |
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Foamin' at the mouth cause the ******* is sick |
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I'm screamin' six words: ****** you and suck my ******! |
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You will get served steppin' to me |
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I guarantee you gon' see somethin' you probably'd never would see |
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On top is where I'm destined to be |
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Stop yappin', I make you quit rappin' indefinitely |
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And I make hits effortlessly, Mr. F-to-the-T |
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Is gettin' money, smokin' medicine leaves |
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To be honest it's a deadly disease |
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I'm way ahead of my league, layin' verses for incredible fees |
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I got a incredible flow, competitors know |
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Not to ask for a chance, I'm not lettin' it go |
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Give me money, cash and ass instead of the blow |
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You gon' make me spaz and smash yo' head in the do', fool |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled:] |
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("Uh-uh-oh") These rappers better watch out |
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Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt |
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("Uh-uh-oh") And y'ain't know what this about |
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We got a hundred rounds, ******* we ain't come to talk it out |
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("Uh-uh-oh") Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras |
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And body y'all without a mutha******' bodyguard |
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("Uh-uh-oh") Everybody face gettin' scarred |
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Play with God and you gon' come face to face with a shark |
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[Verse Two] [Celph Titled:] |
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Double barrel from my vocal booth, I shoot with both lungs |
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Find me in Beirut with blow guns, I'm Babe Ruth with home runs |
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You're a crackhead with base hits |
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Preachin' to the choir like Mase did |
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They put a price on my head, I asked 'em how much it was |
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Told 'em find the guy who put the hit, and I'll double it up |
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No you can't run circles around us, triangular force |
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BUCK, one round each |
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Bring war like a rudeboy shotta, steel alloy binoculars |
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Peepin' ya movements, (Why's he abusive?) |
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Cause it's easy to do it |
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Have ya jaw wired, now a straw's required to eat some soup *******t |
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******* get souped quick, wanna know how the meat taste |
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On a man focused on his briefcase |
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Haagen-Das cheesecake at fancy restaurants |
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Even my chicken breast got a bulletproof vest on |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled:] |
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("Uh-uh-oh") These rappers better watch out |
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Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt |
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("Uh-uh-oh") And y'ain't know what this about |
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We got a hundred rounds, ******* we ain't come to talk it out |
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("Uh-uh-oh") Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras |
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And body y'all without a mutha******' bodyguard |
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("Uh-uh-oh") Everybody face gettin' scarred |
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Play with God and you gon' come face to face with a shark |
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[Verse Three] [RA The Rugged Man:] |
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Mic check one to the two-a, baby I'mma do ya |
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And act like I never knew ya, I'm a dirtbag loser, use ya, abuse ya |
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You better pray I don't choose ya, I'll bloody you and bruise ya |
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Take you off the streets and recruit ya, you money makin', it's ya money I'm takin' |
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Takin' ya cake and cookin' ya crack and get it shakin' and bakin' |
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You basically basin' since 80's and Ronald Reagan |
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Wigga-wack, jaw crack, sugar pop, dig 'em smack |
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See me rip a track, young hoes sippin' similak |
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Bring it back, I'm shovin' pipes up the asses of dykes |
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****** women's rights, I got more ******* on me than hermaphrodites |
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You hear what I'm doin'? Then say no more |
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I can smash you with punchlines from '94 |
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Swing, chop, bloody axe, I'm sendin' bodies to their graves |
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I'm the proof to the theory that white men come from caves |
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Opposite of pacifist, if you Catholic I'm like a nun with a ruler |
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Slappin' ya wrist, I'm hazardous when I'm packin' the cannon |
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I'm back in this *******, Rugged Man, is he man or a myth? |
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Is he baggin' ya chick, is he punchin' or is his stamina sick? |
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Buck he always stayed street, I was down with Buck in the early 90's |
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When he was puttin' sleigh bells in every beat |
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I'm like do that, ya hookers for cover cause I'm like more than High Strung |
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I get slightly dumb, how many styles have I begun, come on! |
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[Outro Sample] |
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"You know I love the way it's goin' down" |
