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"I'm back" |
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[Intro] [Celph Titled talking] |
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Yeah, Celph Titled, the motherfuckin' Rubix Cuban |
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Bout to, bout to set it on y'all. Holdin' it down for Tampahiphop.com |
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TPA, 8-1-3, Hillsborough County and all that |
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That's where the fuck I'm from. And ain't none other |
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You can catch me gangsta leanin' on palm trees and palm heat |
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That rips off your arm and make you get down on all threes |
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It's Tampa Bay to the death, until I'm in Hell |
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And niggas can't rock ice here, their chains melt |
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It's gold teeth and bass beats and Cubans run this shit |
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We built ?Eborb? in 1886 motherfuckers |
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Respect my district |
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Or the next cat that shops New York City in my town is gettin' bitch whipped |
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Cramtronix got my back and he ain't gotta tell why |
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We speedin' up evolution, makin' shells fly |
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I'm at the house of hip hop |
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Cookin' rhymes in the kitchen |
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With Sandman cuttin' and scratchin' the dishes |
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Peace to every MC that's reppin' 8-1-3 |
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You can't hate me, I put us on the map, basically |
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Sold wax all over the world from Asia to Euro |
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And everything I did was a product of Hillsborough |
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But I'm not the only one |
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There's plenty more from where I came from |
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And my niggas gonna get they shine in due time |
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There ain't no faggot shit here |
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We keep it filthy |
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And every time I brawl it's just that motherfuckin' Tampa in me |
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What? |
