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Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker |
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You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor |
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Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major |
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You bout to meet your true savior |
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[scratched samples] |
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"We emcees.. approach with.. slang that's dead" |
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"There's no surviving.. there's no surviving" |
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[Guru] |
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We hit then we slidin off, we in the wind ridin off |
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Poppin off, you wack cats will be droppin off |
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Like flies, so recognize |
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This priceless, niceness, precisness |
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No likeness, no ice, just the right *****t |
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Yeah the rawness, and still gleam in ya grill like we're flawless |
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It's pimpish, like I just knocked the right ***** |
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I ain't send *****t to you, cuz youse a trife snitch |
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Too high-pitched, your like a chick, your cowardly |
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Forced to take this ass-whoopin hourly |
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And minute by minute, *****t, we gon' make you quit it |
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For you into early retirement when the iron spit |
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Cover your eyes, it's too late to escape to cover your lies |
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Guess what? Your in a lot of trouble you guys |
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What's going on here, is worse than your worst fear |
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Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse, or a hearse here |
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[Hook] |
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[Guru] |
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Now get this, bet this, I'm after the lootchie |
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It don't make you a G, just cuz you wear ya pants loosely |
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Your straight goofy, word to my old coofy |
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Couldn't do me nothin son, I know the movie |
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And you can run till ya heart beats through ya chest |
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You wanna tustle, then do ya best |
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But I don't like to mess up my clothes or get my hands dirty |
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I'ma give the job to my man, you know he stands worthy |
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Like James with the Jesse in the front |
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But don't let him sip the Henny, don't let him hit the blunt |
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Whatchu want? Someplace where you can seek refuge? |
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Against my team, I run with some of the best dudes, |
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That's done it, did it, plus *****z got kids and *****t |
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Put you under pressure, make you forfeit |
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What's going on here, is worse than your worst fear |
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Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse, or a hearse here |
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[Hook x2] |
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["There's no surviving" scratched in background of talking] |
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[Guru talking] |
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Dat's right, ain't no survivors against Da Click |
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We too naturally born with it, knowhatImsayin? |
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We belong with it, you don't have it |
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So you don't wanna act like a savage |
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Uh-huh, DJ Utaka, Baldhead Slick |
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My man DJ Tashee from the Beatknuckles |
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That's right, nuttin to play with |
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***** around and meet your maker... |
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[scratching till fade] |
