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Yo it's 1992 and master p is back up in this mother******* |
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(yo man lets do this *************t right, man. if everybody plays right, then put yo |
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Right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. now everybody |
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Sing along, *************.) |
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(stop the music!) |
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We are the world |
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We are the dealers |
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We are the ones that sell crack ******* |
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So let's start sellin' |
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There's a fiend in every hood |
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Dumb fiends that bring they pipes |
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It's truly ************* betta then |
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That's why we dealin' |
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(c'mon everybody) |
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We are the world |
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We are the dealers |
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We are the ones that sell crack ******* |
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So let's start sellin' |
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(talking muffled by loud beats) |
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Check this out fool |
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I'm at this party |
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These two ******* lookin' hella pretty |
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I walk up and kiss 'em each on they ******' t |
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I say "your hole there - it's about to explode" |
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I took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothes |
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In other words i be movin' fast like a pick...pocket |
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See- i'm a mother-******' maniac i gotta top it |
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I talk to the ************* ... before i kill 'em |
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I'm like a psycho like charles manson - the blood drilla' |
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I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the ******* off |
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And play a bloody mother-******' game of golf |
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And break your arms, your legs i shoulda did it sooner |
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Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna |
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I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go |
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You untested, cause damn they like arrested codes |
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For a dead ************* - ya give some good head |
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Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my ************* is bloody red |
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I left it in you |
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I see you face - ya about ta cry |
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But before ya do make me pull out them eyes... |
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Make me slap yo mother-******' face but don't speak |
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That big round ass could make some good luncheon meat |
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In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled |
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See i'm a crazy mother******* and that *************t's real |
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Yo man, whacha think about that |
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(man, what you say about that is bull*************t - that *************t ain't real) |
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Oh, aight, check this out |
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It's 1993 and master p is back in this mother******* |
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Ya know what i'm sayin' |
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I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some *************z was talkin' *************t |
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But see, i'm back |
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Ya know what i'm sayin' |
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I'm about to get paid |
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And all them mother*******s that try to stop me |
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There's gonna be a bloody murda |
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Yo kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music |