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Aiyo, Ghost, what's up *****? |
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This "Supreme" talkin' to you and *****t |
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You caught me all the way in |
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Staten Island to see you |
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Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock |
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Suprise, time started already, mutha*****a, say that *****t, ***** |
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I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all, |
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I throw my darts sideways |
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Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby |
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Lovely lady, ***** the spades, drive the kid crazy |
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Before I go to bed, an hour later |
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People be talkin', |
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I feed dolphins |
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My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office |
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My skills is a fortune, |
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Robbin' Leech out a suite auction |
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Teach then fall off the greatest, ***** what they say' |
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Cuz we against the abortions and we |
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Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes |
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Got them clothes for his new feud in the road |
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We them Fat |
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Albert *****s, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures |
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Lookin' all suspicous, |
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I'm outAiyo, hold up, what the ***** you stop for?(I got somethin' in my) |
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Nah, you can't be stoppin', |
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GWhat the ***** you ain't got, aiyo, you buggin' and *****t |
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Son, you gotta hurry the ***** up |
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Time is runnin' *****, come, what the *****? |
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I work magic out of liquor store |
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Give me a dollar and |
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I turn that ***** into five |
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And all I need is one more to get things started |
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Get retarded and once you, |
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I'mma fix these artists |
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Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up |
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Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them *****z up |
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They be up in the club, six-three tree'd up |
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With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up |
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This is how |
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I'mma kill 'em with four lines left |
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Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo |
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Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo |
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It's time to ***** up on account in a house or blow |
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Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, ***** that four-line *****t |
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You cheatin' and *****t, |
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I ain't come here for all that(I'm tired, though Lord, what the *****) |
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What you mean you tired and *****t, |
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G?You suppose to be that *****, ***** then show me |
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If you that *****, then show me, ***** |
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I hold a mic like |
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I'm Gail Sails |
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Hoppin' over chairs like |
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O.J., my ru*****n' yards |
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Them pen, how the meter spray |
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Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay |
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Get off my |
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D-I, then go |
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C the K'sExcuse me |
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Mr. D.J., please play "Fish" |
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Or that "CherChez", live meeting, ten four, may day-may day |
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Callin' all cars, callin' all cars |
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We have an |
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A.P.B. on |
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Starks and |
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Trife the |
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GodWe left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue |
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We was frozen and |
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I brought an iced out |
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TrojanThat's for *****es whose golden, who got |
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Toney wide open |
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I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean |
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Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothin' |
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Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boatin' |
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I be potent like ibuprofen, |
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I be coastin' |
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With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin' |
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This mutha*****a made the clock, mutha where the *****? |
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Yo, you be cheatin', mutha, you be cheatin' |
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That's that |
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Staten Island, bull*****t |
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Theodore, you know you might be a |
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GhostBut you ain't |
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Houdini, mutha*****a |
