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Yo, I take your brain on a freestyle excursion |
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Cuttin things up, ask P I'm his surgeon |
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Hip hop emergency, yeah, it's kind of urgent |
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Rapprers getting all washed up in their detergent |
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But I'm still fresh and my lyrics is strong |
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I like Mary J girls all night long |
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I tale the metal back, Colt gave you the gun |
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Then tell Chuck Berry how I rate your song |
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To mess with the best reach inside your purses |
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Put that money on the men with live verses |
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Top to the bottom, bottom to top I |
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Make the rest look drunk like a bottle of vodka |
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In the alley way, bent, leaning over the stoope |
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Used to roll with my beats now I roll in the coupe |
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With the quickness, quick mix without the relic |
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If it's anyting good I'm about to grabb it |
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[Chorus] |
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One, two, one, two |
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One, two y'all, one, two, one, two |
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One, two y'all, it's the ultimate shit |
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That you got to go get with the niggaz legit |
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[Large Professor] |
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You listen to a hardcore legend of rap |
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With the doller sign rhyme and a five star track |
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I travel the scenes all across the world |
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Even Mexico bustin that Charles Suprero |
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And ther's no jokes, large coast to coast |
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Listen to grown folks, while you takin your toast |
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I be straight like that bent line juming out genuine |
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Automobile with the back seat climb |
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Straight captain of the south and the north |
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And I ride trough the streets so I care for law |
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Better stay on, niggaz be writing with creon |
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I type in the laptop, quick to spray on |
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Like crylon, dvd made out of nylon |
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With the ribbon, kill them with that Larry Bird weapon |
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Hot now ever since when I was warm |
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I was telling y'all I would take the world by storm |
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Now it's on |
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[Chorus] |
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One, two y'all, one, two, one, two |
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One, two y'all |
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It's just rhymes |
